Blond — a woman natch, turning heads,
natch, as if there was something unnatural
about it when she looked that damn good. A redheaded woman
in black corsets. A brunette tearing apart
a costume — red, all red;
devil’s curls, lethal eyes,
no trace of a color beyond
brown, auburn, dark brown
lending itself to black.
All of it resistant,
all of it forgettable.
People walk by nonchalant
and let it be.
Blonde, blackhhaired,
red, brown; all the same, all quiet
in the front and noisy
from behind.
Do you. Mind
the gap between
what you want and what
you resist. Disdain
the noise;
let go the folly of lust
and let be the peace of all things.
Dark Matter 
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