A 1920’s romance

At first, she was ice

water in a sweaty 

                  glass

“Slow down!” her voice laced

like the nylons wrapped

                          around

legs that went from here

to there, then back

                     again.

 

But, being quite debonair

with suit and acting lessons,

                                   sweet

talker, his kiss was waking

up from sleeping and

                     pushing

a nightmare out a window and

hearing it land in a trash

                      receptacle.

 

In a park with a vaudeville

background and a white collar script,

                                                     he,

fingers deep in a wave, hand

wrapped around her intent,

                                    she,

cozy on striped colors, pressing lips

against theatrical makeup, “au

                                 couture.”

 

Applause! Applause! standing middle

class leisure time, theater circuits

                                        buzzing,

they toured urban hubs, toured each

others lives, selected each

                                  other

for their vague, faint, but harmless

gentility… lived happily ever

                                    after.

 

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