Plasticine

[Tiger the Lion]

Thanks again, Todd and QDS. Based on your comments this is my first rewrite. Still playing with it.

I remember a limousine,
and a girl singing
just flat enough to notice
a shyness not quite abandoned
behind darkened windows and drinks included.

I remember Plasticine,
a chorus of perfumes smudging,
and me kneading the chaos
into a form I could take with me,
through darkened windows and drinks included.

I remember a stolen dream,
and a sunrise outside a limousine
that slid in without remark;
a thief emboldened
by darkened windows and drinks included.