Pause...
in the conversation
laughter
& smoke
coiling to
the ceiling
she took out
her powder compact
dabbed at
herself
at first
more to reassure
than to make up.
then decided to create a self.
replaced her lips
with fresh lips
eager to be kissed.
licked
them
lasciviously.
Smiled
(knowingly)
to herself.
She hid her smile
in her compact mirror
like a
secret
snapped shut
with an amazingly loud click.
a little dash
of scent
on the pulse
of each wrist
A little
tantalisingly
between her breasts.
She adjusted
the seam
of a light green
stocking
straightened her
pencil thin skirt.
She knew
she held
his eyes
prisoner
mesmerised by each movement
cutting through
the silence.
Underneath the table
she put a beautifully manicured hand
on his knee
then slyly.. on his thigh.
“Now, where
were we? ”
Dónall Dempsey
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/yes-21/
