A Slither Of Warm Wonder

Night time whispers curls of fragrant women,
grief twists across choice; laughter or cool frowns,
steps of promise capture slippers: beauty
wraps ankles in coloured straps, soft leather.
Sorrow dances in between happiness,
it soothes hearts which passionately beat love
while stupidity grins in aftershave,
experienced eyes look up and then down,
decision to glide is established.

Authenticity is a dream away,
rolling along counterfeit moments,
triviality gathers its image,
flutters of wild recreation cry time.
Shanghai is a slither of warm wonder,
but its breath floats heavy; sinking like sighs.