she stood at the top of the stairway
opening the front door
the foyer gave way
to the intricately woven staircase
the bottom board wider than a mile
each riser was narrower
than the previous one
each step velveted in red
she stood at the top in her
baby blue evening gown
strapless and bell-shaped
from the waist down
she twirled and curtsied
and blew kisses
from the palms of her hands
wet kisses that floated into
sweet nothingness
she did not want to descend
did not want to walk down
one slow step at a time
revealing to all those below
her inner beauty
her flawless imperfections
destined to revolve into her
next reincarnation
march two thousand sixteen
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❤ it
thank you Bonnie 😀
Flawless imperfections – a wonderful image of life.
Isn’t that the truth, thanks Ærchie.