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Lady in Red Sings the Blues...
In the cold bottomless depth of
darkness
Pinpoints of passion ignite and die
in ash
While trials of gray desire snake to
the ceiling.
Transient shadows flicker over
vessels of loss
Filled with cheap vodka, gin and
beer.
Silently they wait.
They wait to see…
Wait to hear…
Wait to feel…
Wait to be.
They wait.
Their vigil shatters with a single
solitary CLICK!
Diffused light cuts the gray,
spotting the far wall.
Bloodshot portals to lost souls,
In false unity cast stares toward
the shimmering veil of blackness.
The curtain parts
And from it depth ascends
Every man's demon
And every man's angel.
Every man's Sin
And every man's hope for Salvation.
The Lady in Red.
Slow sultry strides undulate a ruby
sea of sequins.
Each step stabbing a million points
of light
Into the unconsciousness of the
dark's denizens.
White satin skin framed in long
curls of fire
Spread a canvas for twin sparkling
sapphires,
A gentle slope of sophistication,
And painted blood red lips.
They see.
Long delicate porcelain hands caress
the microphone
Drawing it close.
Lips part…
Breasts swell…
And Heaven weeps for the sound
Of a voice purest color blue
Echoing all the pain that has ever
been
Where true love lies lost.
She sings…
They hear.
Pain and passion,
Flowing streams to a yearning sea
Where time and tide keep with a moon
that howls
Desire for a distant sun.
Long she has waded in dark waters
Where sailors cast unwelcome lines,
Her siren's song drawing each in
kind
Only to be rejected against the
rocks of memory.
For all their efforts
She will only succumb to one.
They feel.
A silent tear answers a silent end
And for the briefest moment
It's held in the broken heart of
every listener
Each taking their sip and knowing
the bitter taste.
It is what they came for.
It is all she offers.
The teardrop falls towards the
stains of its sisters.
Descending into the depths of dark
despair
And with it the hope of lost love.
Out reaches the hand of memory
Saving the priceless jewel.
"I believe this belongs to
me."
"King?
"Yes Red, it's me."
"Time to go home."
My Crayon King
My Crayon King, my love thou truly
art
Thy love, in darkest night a beacon
bright
Thou sets my soul afire! Paraffin
ART!
Thy glance beyond ethereal delight
Alike red crayons hues, my passions
light
My heart, my soul, my life belongs to
thee
Thy Lady Red will love thee day and
night
My love thou art for all eternity
My solemn vow for now and evermore
To wake up in the morning Justin
Thyme
I’ll swing and sway with thee on waxy
floor
And always make a gooey stew divine
My King, my life I gladly share with
thee
Thou art the world, the universe to
me
Thy Lady in Red
~Juliet~
Let's go home....
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