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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=460332" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Where sexy meets demure in a place called trim</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">In the seat opposite in the underground<br>in the off-peak afternoon, <br>neat shoes, nice legs, skirt just the exact right length<br>where demure meets sexy in a place called trim; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">well-chosen outfit; wasn’t her face<br>vaguely familiar in some other context? <br>Had we met, in Tahiti, Cuba, Necker Island, <br>or on some other sandy shore? <br>Met, yet not spoken? She offered me no clue..</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ah yes – for several years, <br>come January grey but promise of a summer sun, <br>the TV infomercials fill our screens<br>with this year’s new holiday destinations<br>for the single girl who’s demure to sexy, <br>late thirties, but still trim.. writing her own script<br>but with all the real life edited out..</div><div style="margin:10px 0">How often had we seen her on a sunny beach, <br>her swimsuit just where sexy meets demure in trim, <br>about to enter a blue blue sea<br>with no-one else about…<br>such the conventions of the travel film, <br>she too often in the shot…</div><div style="margin:10px 0">or at the table, glowing in her evening outfit, <br>bronzed, relaxed; but still alone; <br>filling us in with details and the sights to see<br>over the lavish fruit cup on the table<br>before the smiling waiter brings the laden plate -<br>after the waterfall where we’d seen her laughing, <br>the market where she’d handled exotic fruit, <br>the boat ride, she in the stern, her hair blown back.. or<br>riding in safe open car through crowds of exotic natives? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">did she choose her invisible cameraman on these trips? <br>Were they an item? Or did his compensation<br>begin with the local talent when he put his camera down? <br>Did she queue at airports, fluster over overcharging, <br>wait for days for thunderclouds to clear? <br>Arise dishevelled from an ill-advised fling with a local, <br>which remained unspoken as the background<br>to travel for the single girl? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sitting there, ex-travel correspondent, professional, <br>dressed where sexy meets demure in trim, <br>the camera and the sound were off; she<br>did not meet my eyes; but if I’d had<br>a travel brochure with me, I could have played<br>a merry game with her across the way.. <br>What a joyous disaster film her memories could have made, <br>what a chance the infomercials cannot take…</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Michael+Shepherd">Michael Shepherd</a><div class=q>
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