1, 2, 3 brushes
foundation applied...check
base...check
hmmm what colors
she looks back at the outfit
hmmm
she touches her skin
seemingly comparing the tones
eyes brighten at the epiphany of
green and gold on her lids
looks into a mirror image of an
already beautiful face
grimaces
quickly takes up arms with angle brush
gold into corners nearest nares
honey suckle pigment next to be applied
forrest green making egyptian extensions
where a hint of crows feet barely lie
blend blend blend
lower lids, mascara, eyes on the floor
gloss on lips
applied to a parted clownish smile
pucker
bat eyelashes coyly
points at herself as if to ask
who me?
feigns a laugh
one last look before she turns
to see me watching her
beautiful
1 comment:
I love how you end with "Beautiful" This could have been the title to the poem. It is also as if the observer is commenting on the look.
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