She explodes through the pixilated
party-crowd with effervescing energy in her honeycomb. Kinky, coily, fluffy, black stuff, sparkling and fizzing towards the bar...where I stand. In her milky white dress, she radiates her foamy halo in my face. The hair whispers to me, and takes me. The cameo’s over, the music floods back. She glides away
with me.
Someone comes to mind.
ReplyDeleteThe discription is so vivid
And who is it? Tell me.
DeleteYes Efo. Pray tell lol
Delete😂 😂 😂 You people! Actually, it's two people Poetra and Nana Ama
DeleteAntiRhythm, about time you came back 'home' to this style of writing. We missed it...I did.
ReplyDeleteI'm trying, my friend. Sometimes, it feels like I've outgrown it :(
DeleteI feel you about the outgrowing thing. So many unpublished pieces on my computer cos I can't shake the feeling I should have outgrown the topics. I missed this style of writing too. Please, don't abandon it.
ReplyDeleteThank you for the kind words, my friend. I will see if I can sustain the style with slightly 'older' content. Hmmm.
DeletePoetra and Nana Ama? What have I missed? Efo Dela, please give me fila wae!
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