MUSIC/FILM

Glitterati

Glitterati

You meet people in the winter

Because they sparkle

 

Mesmerizing,

the reflection of yourself in the water

Freezing and seizing your every stare

 

Refracting momentary glare back unto

Angelic faces standing behind you.

 

Glitterati—spying ahead, we wed

Those boiling with compliments

 

In the dead of winter. Jacuzzi filled

Tears wipe away the darkest of fears,

 

with cotton cloves as white as doves.

Woes evaporate into the serenity preserving the

 

Purity imbued by eyes and thighs interlocked

amid snowy blankets, whose sheets

 

Exceedingly become the satiny sands

Of Mexico or Ibiza—Manila or Tahiti.

 

Lightning electrifies ice sculptures,

Molten earth boils up and through frozen lakes—

 

Tongues like icicles sing Lava

into fingertips—as the earth quakes.

 

I am a stalactite seeing light

for the very first time—so I bathe

 

In the ‘green’ showering us with leaves

created from a cold-bruised cocktail blend

 

I look up to you, lost creatures

because your lashes too often feature

 

The Land of Glitterati. Freezing, all

I have to do is blow snow flakes

 

Off the fine strings garlanding your eye

to repose my rose into Glitterati

 

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