i -sO. s

Photographer David Kanigan

She looked at the mirror. the S slid its little black number

down her spine. the O sighed at the sight of her lines,

walking a step or two in his direction…

turned her high heels to the L of a different addiction:

I blew a kiss in the gathering up of T between silk of

unbuttoned blouses. It was then U mouthed the unzipping.

languid anticipation of D to this interior of all

he may have every dream to the un — Earth of Her.

he looked up

… was all he could read of her little black number

on the glare of his mobile pages.

August 31st 2013.

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