Masks I Have Met

She was an exotic, erotic beautiful peacock Flamingly gorgeous feathers could not hide her mystique We instinctively knew the hidden woman was a firecracker. Green eyes gave me a come-hither look and I swooned. He was a bandit; afraid of no bank tellers Taking money out of the hands of the rich. Darkly disturbing, hiding his humanness I cringed when I saw him enter the bank. She was a giggly snip, left over from the fifties. Her hard shell had two perfectly cut out circles. I knew she was uncomfortable; for it was not a good fit. But I could do nothing to help her; it was the way she was made. He is lying in a gutter, stepped on and smudged. Wrinkled, with a turned corner so you can see a bit of blue. Lots of white; one of his strings has been broken. Pandemic is over; no need for him anymore.