Not Auditioning (Certainly Not for Mr. Right Now)

I lit the candle for me, darling—
not to set the mood for your ego.
This is a one-woman show,
and the spotlight? Already spoken for.

I sipped my wine like a priestess
anointing her evening with flavor.
Every note of the song?
A hymn to my own damn favor.

You see, I’m not auditioning—
not for love, not for lust,
and certainly not for Mr. Right Now
with a half-decent playlist and broken trust.

He can keep his smooth lines
and his “what you doing tonight?”
I’m busy loving myself
with good lighting and a silky bite.

The only man I might entertain
better come healed and divine—
fluent in boundaries,
and brings his own wine.

But until then?
This glass, this groove, this sacred space—
is mine.

So let the record show:
I’m not applying for roles I already own.
I am the lover. The muse. The moon.
And baby—I take myself home.

🍷💄🔥 Signed with a smirk and a side of incense,
Sherley Delia

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