Thursday, 7 January 2016

A Street Performer Called Desire

It was a slightly damp Tuesday.

It was the usual path I took from the deli I usually ate lunch at, back to the office.

She was busking in the middle of the square.

She was the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen.

Her act was seemingly balancing on one foot while singing.

Her eyes were piercing blue, and seemed to stare right through me.

I desperately patted my pockets to try and find some change to give her.

I was stunned when she stopped singing, stepped out of her circle and kissed me.

Desire was direct.

Desire is amazing.

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