The Untouchable — by Barbara De Franceschi

Brio-girl in a lipstick dress
smears herself over the dance floor,
club music bounces
with chicken-fillet breasts.

She knows where the DJ is coming from
as he rubs the turntable with itching intent,
one of many who covet the glossy slide
between hip and knee.

Arms screw the air,
buttocks rotate on an urban beat,
each move brings her closer
to the consummation of fashioned heat.

Her reputation is spicy detail
dripping from underarms in the lavatory gossip pit.
They say she will flunk her degree,
build crumbling altars from pills and spiked drinks.

Contradiction pouts her lips beyond the Botox prick,
performance is knowing tenacity,
she protects her body against animal ambush
with a thermal shield of slinky sateen.


Proposed by Dandyakuza on Friday 18 March 2011 at 11:58 AM

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