As sincerely,
as satisfied
as a secret lady can be.
It is nearly one miracle.
A passion!
A failed art with reflection;
manner.
A poor woman ordinarily has little shame,
but she comes with
red knuckles
and
sensible shoes.
She holds secret meetings
with passionate things.
Strawberries.
Wine.
Artists. A learned taste.
A hushed taste for her.
I see women walk over her. In stiletto’s.
Teal designer hand bags dangling
from rich, white chocolate
perfection.
Proper uniform.
What a proper tragedy!
maggiemaeijustsaythis 
This poem is saving my heart today. Thank you for it!
Another one that I really like.
I think it heartbreaking, tragic, so, so sad. A damning indictment, beautifully written.
OH! Maggie that is so very sad!!
secret meetings with passionate things. nice!
I love this one Maggie. I don’t think it is sad at all but a bit damning