The four corner speakers were sounding out their Bossa Nova calm;
songs of Antônio Jobim, João Gilberto...
and she was undecided between the Mary Katrantzou or Naeem Khan
held one hanging dress close to her body, the other low.
On the island counter behind her: cuff bracelets, chokers and rings
Some Diamonds, some Tourmaline, some Filigree Gold
Carine Gilson lingerie sets, lace detailing
in the draws directly below.
Un-made eyes met themselves in the mirror,
and it hit her like a round from a gun.
My God.
My God, woman.
Look how far you've come.
Copyright Yafeu-Khamisi Rodway-Brown
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