Sat at the hairdressers
Hearing the gossip
Relaxes a woman and her senses.
Nothing outside the door of the salon
matters.
Just the head massage, and gossip.
The world has stopped as her locks
are chopped.
If only a closed door could keep the world at bay.
But, the door will open,
the world will flood in
and with it, for next time, more gossip!
Jun 5, 2014
Jun 5, 2014 at 6:20 PM UTC
Sat at the hairdressers
Hearing the gossip
Relaxes a woman and her senses.
Nothing outside the door of the salon
matters.
Just the head massage, and gossip.
The world has stopped as her locks
are chopped.
If only a closed door could keep the world at bay.
But, the door will open,
the world will flood in
and with it, for next time, more gossip!
© JLB
05/06/2014
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