They were standing
just below me
on the escalator –
makeup artfully applied,
head-scarves framing honeyed skin.
They were smiling
with perfect teeth
and chatting brightly
about the evening’s performance.
I couldn’t take my eyes off them!
Their designer clothes
were elegant
in black and white.
They wore them with the easy assurance
(and stunning legs)
of those who tread the catwalks of Paris.
The production had been
confronting to say the least.
The program warned of
full frontal nudity
and cigarette smoking
(tobacco free) .
I wonder how these two enjoyed the show –
these modern Muslims
in their mini-skirts
and stiletto heels?
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