I sat next to a lady
With the gaze of a viper,
Obsidian studs scattered;
They formed an absent grin.
Her hair glistened in the airline cabin,
Blonde refugees imprisoned by the fuchsia guard.
I could do nothing to save the fallen strands,
For I was blinded by such flamboyance.
From head to toe she told a story without words,
A moving picture in resplendent liquid hues.
Curious, but silent, I could only admire
Such passion behind a mysterious stranger.
