she wore a mask

not a metaphorical mask

but a harlequin mask with feathers and glitter

it was a pale blue

like the spring sky after the gray snow clouds finally leave for the season

or maybe it was like the spring sky when you think the snow clouds have gone but they have one more wintry mess to bring

it was blue

the feathers we’re either manufactured or from a punk rock ostrich with a real early eighties vibe

she walked into the room like she owned the place

she may have

i’d never been there before

wasn’t much on knowing the ins and outs of high society

more gutter trash than living large

more down to earth than penthouse parties like this

but she looked like a million bucks

not literally like her mask

not a pallet of crinkled denim blend dyed gray green with an engraving of a dead colonialist on it

possibly with a residue of cocaine

i was across the room

hard to say for sure

but she looked like a princess from a disney film

outrageous curves that defied gravity

probably due to the hands of an artist

plastic not celluloid

her dress was a deeper shade of blue

tight in all the right places

flowing like a pure blue stream behind her

a hush fell over the crowd as her insanely high heeled feet graced it

i found myself at a loss for words and filled with a thousand questions

mainly about who she was

how i could talk to her

and if she would have a litter of my children

those hips screamed child bearing

it was a case of lust at first sight

that fleeting kind of lust that you experience when you see someone that you would crawl across broken glass to be near

not really

but a man can fantasize

right

she stayed just long enough to be seen by everyone in the room

to be ogled by every man

and then she was gone

i searched for a misplaced glass slipper

hoping against hope to be her prince charming

or prince pity sex

i’m not picky

the rest of the night was a blur of looking excitedly at every blue whirl from the corner of my eye

too much champagne

too formal of a ball

not that i stood a chance with her high society lifestyle

but a man can dream

even a lonely poor bastard like me

i can dream