The Prism of Silent Communcation Begins With A Ray of Light
Broke my path for a lovely black man with smoky charcoal eyeliner and an ochre camel-hair jacket. His skin was the color of matte gunmetal. My curvy smile broke the flat planes of his face into a prism of silent communication.
Dunno if I made his day, but making somebody look that happy certainly made mine.
Dunno if I made his day, but making somebody look that happy certainly made mine.