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THE SOPHISTICATES

There they sit
in their serried ranks:
the sophisticates
crunching the bones of Becket or Berlioz
or, just possibly, Brahms;
or simply elegantly loll
in carefully chosen casual pose
around the fashionably kitsch
turquoise and teal theatre cocktail lounge.

A sample: she;
curled fingers cup the bowl
of the slim obligatory champagne glass
little finger slightly angled
to underscore a point of information
gleaned from the drama section of The Times.
Her companion cites a rival critic;
her perfectly plucked and pencilled eyebrows raise
and hmm … she says, and nods, just once,
to minimise disturbance to the overall ambience
and more particularly
to her artful deliberately-distressed hair.

Points sort of made and vaguely taken,
her focus fades, drifts and shifts across
to a delicately animated tableau arranged,
as if translated from a page of Vogue,
in the far corner of the room.
She absently murmurs her need to leave,
finger flicks a curt dismissal,
crosses with practiced ease the intervening space
and smiles an introduction
and repeats her purloined party-piece
seeking renewed acclaim, applause, appreciation.

Homage paid and bored again
her serendipitous glance slinks and glides
but snags on mine, fixed and firm
and hooked to hold – all other cynical senses
in slumber mode – and all the sad derivatory
literary badinage dissolves and dies away.
My steadfast stare tells my mind:
Not for me, this iconoclastic orgy
a trivial sport for the callow and the shallow.
Not for me: I am a watcher and a maker of plays
onstage and off. Act one, I smile.

She returns my smile
and adds a stylish tease of stocking-top
silky thigh and softly shadowed white lace:
an invitation a la Sharon Stone with chic.
A second smile renews the promise.

After the last Act, the epilogue,
my fine and fancy lady:
I will take you hard against the wall
white lace lowered
and drive home my probing personal point
Again and again and again.

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theladyblue

theladyblue

18 years 5 months ago

oh my

i would speak had i not lost my breath i would blush had all my blood continued to flow appropriately... and again i will say shame shame as i grin!!! so very very well done!!! <3 Emarie
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IKnowNoBox

18 years 5 months ago

Non Gratuitous

Boring build up...which really makes the ending diturb that very washed dullness.Critiques Critiqued...I like that. you are in form...He rotic once more.The Taboo is among your writing.