Like a lone star
In the eye of the dark cloud,
She shot out of the noisy turbulence
And walked towards the host stand
--To me.
From lips dampened by pink strokes
Poured words soaked in soft smiles
Melting down the tympanic highways.
They echoed a dusty adventure
Once upon a time in Africa.
From the side of the host stand,
A curious eyebrow jumped up,
And stole an unwelcomed glimpse.
And so did a couple of others, too.
Drops of attention were gathering to spill.
From her share of the tables, also,
Came screams of hungry stomachs
Awaiting a treat to Zora’s best
Like little babies
Yearning for mothers’ breasts.
She threw a glance across the room.
And like a lone star
In the eye of the dark cloud,
Darted off in its direction
Away from the host stand,
--Away from me.
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