Red dress

 

That sweet scent

lingers in the air.

A click of fingers.

It reminds me.

It reminds me

of the red dress you wore.

The day we danced

until dawn tore apart

the night-time highs,

spent under

that moonless sky,

with only starlight to guide.

 

The red of the stop sign

in the bus headlights,

reminds me of

that dress.

A soft caress,

in the dark night,

illuminated only

by the flickering starlight,

looked like a lake of fire

dancing before my eyes.

Transfixed I stood,

the light playing tricks.

A surge of fire in my blood.

 

The music playing

on my phone,

takes my hand

walks me through

to an unlit room.

Red dress draped

across the unmade bed.

Unkempt hair,

sweeping over your head,

as we poured

like liquid into the night.

The smell of your perfume,

the red dress,

this room.

Everything felt right

as we soared

through the murky gloom,

under that moonless sky.

 

 

 

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