The Smell of Curls


I love the smell of curls, 
The iron on next to the sink.
Hairspray in the air,
The feel of your hands on your face 
Listening to the aersol can 
As you cover your eyes. 
The cold silver of a pretty necklace on your neck
The feeling of velvet in your hands. 
Your tights smell dusty and new
Clinging to your legs.
Slipping your clothed feet into fancy shoes
Smothering your dress down in the mirror 
Looking yourself up and down one more time 
Feeling confident as your heels click down the hall
A holiday is in the air, 
And you can sense every part of it around you. 
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