Silhouette

when she entered the room though the noise blacked out the sound of the door closing behind her, her shadow washed over like maple sugar candy dissolving on the tongue warm within the mouth & cups of coffee in hand met the café tables simultaneously with the pausing or complete cessation of conversations that had been going on--- men, teenage boys, teenage girls & women all eyed her up & down, less because of her beauty which was shocking in itself (but we’ve all seen beauty & beauty becomes defined by the insistence of the airbrusher or the graphic designer anyway), but more because of the way in which she presented herself with every gesture demanding the attention of the room without a word, without a slinky outfit, without a sound, without the need to be liked tattooed on her forehead, rather she walked with the allure of being interesting--- a quality which few genuinely possess & one which may take a lifetime to realistically accrue.