1001 nights of the wandering soul

She is tall
she is short
she is of medium
height

Her hair is straight
long
curly
cut in a bob

It is brown
black
blond
red

Her eyes are hazel
brown
blue
gray

She smells of jasmine
rose water
Obsession
bubble bath
but never patchouli

She speaks softly
in a loud voice
with a rasp
sounds like
a little girl

Curses like a sailor
is demure
keeps to herself
is the life of the party

She smokes
and drinks
is stone-cold sober
never did a drug
is a junkie
a thief
a liar
virtuous beyond belief

There is a naivete
an intelligence
an arrogance
self-confidence
self-hatred

She is everywhere
you pass her on the street
see her in the cafe
desire her at the end of the bar

And though she
looks like her
and that one like this

In fact they
are like fingerprints
snowflakes
leaves

No one ever
exactly like another
so treat her accordingly

(D. James)

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