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By hollymccormick Date: 2001 Oct 16 Comment on this Work [[2001.10.16.15.41.9010]] |
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Beads of water drip slowly down Splashing their way back into the basin. Skin glistening from the oil enriched drops Of water that have been tranquilizing her nerves. She arises from her secluded haven into The warm, soft pillow of dryness that Envelops her body as she ascends into its warmth. Wrapping seductively around her tight, firm bodice She secures it into place and pads softly out. Light shatters the darkness as she gently Pulls the chain to the lamp at her vanity. Soft sighs escape from her full, rich lips As she studies the work at hand. Tenderly, almost with hesitation, the brush sweeps Across the high cheekbones, angled jaw line, Crinkled nose, and smooth, white forehead Color spreads out reluctantly over her cheeks And down around her chin. Her eyes, already so expressive, widen at the band of black Strengthening, lengthening her lashes. Her rich, full lips eagerly drink up the paint that glides across them. Locks of golden chiffon tumble out from beneath their captor, Spilling down her back and waiting anxiously for her touch. The bristles tickle the strands, taunting them, playing with them. Finally, compliantly, they transform into woven silk And brush her shoulders as they tumble down her back. She rises from her metamorphosis and abandons her covering As she reaches for the satin gown hanging by her bedside. Succulently, slowly, ever so smugly, it drapes itself around her Holding tight to her every curve, it becomes her new body. Sweetness fills the air as she squeezes the bottle kept on a silver tray, The droplets, desperate to find her skin, land on their chosen marks. The ring of the bell and her heart flutters in her chest, She steps forward and, trembling ever so slightly, Begins her walk, down the aisle. October 2001 |