MY BELVOIR

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POEM – MY BELVOIR

Black coffee and Cuban cigars.

Delightful smells of the road side coffee bars.

Perfection walking towards her she sighs at her belvoir.

Knowing she has found today’s star.

Malicious smile across her innocent face.

Gesturing he sits with her to shorten the unnecessary space.

She crosses her legs to hide her gold car.

For misinterpretation of the invitation may leave him with scar.

Poem by me Sarah Martin @sugaroc
Painting by javiergpacheco

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