UNTITLED
by Stephanie LaPeter

a beautiful picture
on an empty wall.
one stunning portrait
in a lonely hall.

dancing by herself,
and the music isn't there.
all alone in rhythm,
eyes shut without a care.

her long and flowing dress,
like mist around her feet,
soft and light and silky,
quiet and dangerous and sweet.

her curls of upswept hair
fall deftly 'round her face,
smooth and shining tendrils,
they give her such a grace.

a scent that floats about her,
like a perfect summer night,
calming and seductive,
not a soul in sight.

a solitary pearl
on a chain around her neck,
and two dangling from her ears,
and on one finger, a ring is set.

smiling just so slightly,
a sly mischievieous grin.
more romantic by the momnet,
her lips could pull you in.

all dressed up for no one,
a beauty and no beast.
a sight that no one's seeing,
no one at the least.