A beauty nobody can posses.
Another night out,
another bright lights big city night…
It was wonderful.
No complaints there.
As any other big town
once you go out
not to your usual
very familiar joint.
To a place where
everything is
fashionable
or maybe just decadent.
Anyway.
Somehow at that moment
the place you are at
becomes the ‘’The Place’’.
Of course
‘’the place’’ is in a good area of the city.
‘’Good’’ meaning safe.
Near the posh neighborhoods.
The ‘’it’’ girls cajoling
parading their beauty
and not much more.
Young, naive to the max (place envy here)
no matter how much they have traveled
or how many hunks they have had.
Just a few have learned.
That a seasoned boulevardier
is just another man
mesmerized by
their
impossible beauty.
A beauty nobody can posses.
Not the beholder
not even the holder.
Just the mirror.
The mirror posseses momentarily
the beauty
the splendor
the fading moment.
What we are
what we are not
is just a shade
in the billions of shades
of the eternal circle
the coming
the going
of the particles of stars…