Maxed Out
The blushing beauty doesn’t want to be noticed?
She wears a peacock in her hair...corkscrews,
ringlets, spirals everywhere. Yellow, orange, bluebirds,
hearts exuding happiness. The X’s and O’s
on the lipstick-colored wall exposed.
Her lemon shoulders lift in flirtation.
She’s a punctuation, a flamboyant Mona Lisa.
Put the two gals side by side.
One follows you
but remains in the Louvre crowd.
The other blends in
her pink blush, maxed out.
9/28/2020
Blushing Beauty by Peter Max
Copyright © Kim Rodrigues | Year Posted 2020
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