Day 174 of the 365 day poem challenge.
Word of the day syllogism meaning "an instance of a form of reasoning in which a conclusion is drawn from two given or assumed propositions (premises)."
Syllogism
She splayed her white flesh
It was open at the chest and thigh
She was young and she smiled in my direction with red painted lips
And dark brown dancing hair
She spoke and I was not aware of the words only the grind of her hips and the music
Her breath and mine commingled
I followed her through the crowd
Just the two of us
Her head shaking not a word
Between us just a dance floor of sweat and heat and bodies
But only the two of us
She took my drinks one and two
She spoke said things that were lost in the rhythm her eyes were widening with interest as her chest was burgeoning and bulging out her top
She adjusted her dress straps
She was vulnerable and innocent
In that moment like a doe that begged for her protector or a hunter
I grabbed her hand
She recoiled her face filled with so much life and the lights of her beauty
Scrunched itself up into an ugly
Concoction of powder and grease
In disgust I grabbed her
smearing her foundation over my hands
Watching the grease drip away
Noticing the broken line of her oozing mascara
She drew back like an injured animal
I deduced at that time it was appropriate to leave
I darted through the oppressive all seeing and unseeing eyes of the crowd
I imagined her wailing like a wounded beast but there was only the thump of the bass...
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