
| The Masquerade Shondra's mask drips pearls and diamonds down its chin And her eyes hide behind emerald windows with ruby brows. Leticia's mask, a dull alabaster blank in the light of day, Glows in the darkness, a phosphorescent Moon Goddess revealed in her element. Deirdre's mask folds vision, distorts expectations with Eastern mysticism And technology - it is white, or black, or both in balance, depending on her mood. We sit and watch, in our devil-guises, our monstrous heads Of paper and paste and wire, nodding, nodding, More from the weight than from pleasure. Zhang's mask breathes fire in blue-white dragon bursts While its body and tail wrap her in iridescent scales and sharp clutching claws. Elise's mask gives off scents as she moves, each carried by subtle winds - Seductress riding a moist equatorial breeze, or ice princess wrapped in polar gusts. We growl and whine, applaud and whistle, Appreciate artifice yet fail to appease The longing for something more. At last the Maskless One arrives, her plain broad nose and mud-brown eyes Set clumsily above her thin-lipped mouth, her sloping chin. And we the Plague-born search in vain For scars or boils or chancres or cancers And weep before the power of her unmarred beauty. -Mikal Trimm | | Fin Fit Ella smells the jeans order before the clandestine rap taps low on the beach house door. Strong and briny, the deep sea overpowers the light salty air on the ocean wind. Weather-aged wood creaks each squeak closer with a slide whoosh as if a creature wiggles its way across the deck with fins instead of legs. The tapping starts and Ella opens the door. The mermaid is sheathed in a pair of legless blue jeans, tight and fin fit. Sleekly tracking curves down a shapely tail to her fin, the designer denim hides lower body scales. an ornamental pocket bears Ella's signature- she's a repeat customer. the creature sings in a voice always a song even when conducting business. Off-key, sharply grating, it is a tune only beautiful to a male targeted for seduction. Tight-fit curve-hugging denim suggesting something far more sexy and alluring than a scaly fish-bottom exponentially increases a mermaids conquests. Antique gold doubloons, perfectly formed pearls- Malibu is missing some serious male hunks, Ella tallies her bank balance, pretends not to notice. - Deborah P Kolodji |
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