Dressed To Kill

The first time we met

I found you so beautiful

a purring perfection

as unsullied 

and unspoiled

as nature intended

serious and soulful.

The next time

you were dressed to kill

stiff and starched 

in formal frills and  fripperies

with dyed hair

and your beauty hidden 

by heavy make up.

And now this time

you’re ready to party

dressed to kill another bird

one attracted to elaborate jewels

and rich attire.

Not me though

not me.



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