A Chance Meeting

Atlanta 1997, my first visit to America I recall I went with a friend called joyous Jessica With no real intention of “dressing up” at all But to see and know what Halloween is after all. There came a beautiful girl Iris and asked me If I wanted my face to be painted for Halloween play. Nodding I consented, I don’t know why till today She painted my face as nothing in particular to see. Ah, the experience of looking into her eyes blue Touching her alluring body almost to the full And she touched my heart while she painted It was the beginning of relationship wonderful What a sweetheart! What a heavy Halloween fool! Wherever you’re, Iris, with love I’m still painted. +++++++ August 9, 2014 Form: Italian Sonnet (Contemporary) Second Place in Topic: Chance Meeting