~ Holding court at the Zanzibar, they looked on good nights like Egyptian Queens, like Ancient Babylonians.
On not so good nights, they resembled Brassaï's Moma Bijou - "fugitives from Baudelaire's bad dreams", and even then they looked magnificent.
Identity wasn't something you nailed yourself into in late adolescence. It was a trick of the light, and if you were to avoid burning yourself out, then you simply let the flames lick over you and turned the ashes into kohl. ~
Camera, lights, action... Wake up, get up and don't forget to stay up. Sway n walk but remember not to drop, this is what we are going to call fashion. Bring your hips left to right, stand up tall and try not to fright. Bright lights up in it, cause every gentleman loves to stare as the senorita walks up the stairs in her high stilettos. Smell of fresh fabric and the grip of leather tights, take it and wear it because tonight you're the Queen of the ball baby, coming out through the dark light. We want fashion, poise and something to call Sensuous. Do the cat walk Strike a pose and tip to your toes, cause tonight is fashion. Competitive looks and reading books, you know you're in it for the game to win it.
I sway more Fairy skirt swirling Around me Dancing with every step I feel fluid Shifting and bending With every stride My pixie side finds me On an overcast day Rain collecting upon skin Skirt tickling my sides And I find myself dancing Jumping along puddles Having the water whirl Twist into a dancing partner Clinging to me And the edges of my Fairy skirt As I walk away