Under the Folds of Satin Movie Magic

Sun goes down until twilight hours of dawn under the light of a corner street lamp. A performance stage, casts, leading me on. Awestruck audience at the fickle vamp. Pacing back and forth in high-heels to heat every wink of the night, vain, among men; I snap, pop my gum and tap as my feet meet the pavement again-again-again. A star, in the oldest known profession as old as time in cobalt lambent light. Easily drapery falls, no question with fascination in an endless night. Under the folds of satin and night skies, my Prince Charming forevermore, my prize. 1/17/2019 Poetry Contest: Movie Magic Sponsored by: Gregory R Barden Pretty Woman, Julia Roberts