Red Dress
She wore this red dress
She whispered when she spoke as if she didn’t want to disturb anyone
Never did she finish a smile, her grin was a constant one
As if she was hiding behind a mask someone told her was beautiful
Her eyes hid behind wrinkles that proclaimed the world dull
It’s hard to explain the pain that I felt as I watched her
Her slow stride was as if she was expected a disaster to occur
But it was her smile with that red dress that captivated me
The elegance of her fingertips hid a slight sense of insanity
This open and seemingly lovely lady was truly mesmerizing
And if you were caught unaware, you wouldn’t notice she was lying
You would have missed the subtle signs, the slick hints
The way she prevented leaving finger prints
Or maybe it’s just my paranoia awakening
She was just too perfect, to be a real thing
Her hips swayed to a beat meant to hypnotize
Most men looked down, but I was still caught in her eyes
And that damn red dress
Perhaps I should confess
I wanted more than her name or age
I wanted things one can’t find on a page
But the moment she touched me I lost
All logic was tossed and I was caught
She played me like she did all of us
But for some reason that wasn’t enough
Perhaps I offended her by not falling at first sight
Maybe she just felt extra wicked that night
But her charms drowned me
Never have I felt so happy in my misery
I wanted to run away, just so I could run back
I wanted to forever stay on this track
I was so close to touching that red dress with tainted fingers
And even now, her perfume still lingers
Her fragrance still haunts me, never have roses smelled this vile
Yet, even in my disgust I smile
I am lost … in search of a dress never seen
I’m searching for perfection extremely unclean
Banging my head against a wall of memories
All the seconds that will tick are now enemies
Trying to take away what I know of her
But I recite it all, repeatedly, just for her
So that when we meet again
I will have a step up on the other men
She was a lady in red, a diamond amongst stones
A heart in the midst of bones
Love at first sight
An exquisite night
I never caught her name, never caught her lips, yet she was the best
She was my lady in a red dress
Have you ever been in love at first sight? Perhaps I had a dream where I saw a lady in a Red Dress and was never the same. This Red Dress might have captivated me more than I expected. Because the lady in the Red Dress just flowed out of my fingers. This is one of those stories where my mind/fingers wanted to tell a story and didnt feel like it should inform my creativity. So this piece is a story, straight from my fingers. And this Red Dress piece, is what was born from that creativity. Who knows, if maybe one day, I will meet the real lady in a Red Dress. Which would be beautiful, because a Red Dress is pretty nice to look at.
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