Thursday, October 18, 2012

Paint The Town (Red)

red - the color of passion
l'amour
bee-stung lips, flushed cheeks
eruptions - flaming embers from the deep

the color of the west side one biting october night

two souls danced
paintbrushes in hand
dripping crimson joy into
cracked streets, steel curbs
melting from the liquid heat

gilded faces spattered, ruby encrusted
beam with delight, pleasure, desire
hot breath warms the frigid night as
one laugh births another and another
ceaselessly

quiet flames fanned by bittersweet tones
make mouths silent
eyes dance
hearts scream out muffled behind eager glances suffocated by cautious reserve
eyes with arms would  have embraced one another
the moment, the night, the cold heat

dark embers keep time as icy, sobering sunlight spreads
truth sweeps away the cover of night and the dream

your eyes met mine, familiar
your hand in mine, home
your step with mine, rhythm
a heart beat
my heart - lost

magenta trails trace from bloodshot eyes
left open exposing souls, unleashing hearts

footsteps of dripping, spilled, spattered
crimson paint move from my chest to your hand
your brush - it beats, it breathes, it moves, sighs
contented in your hand.
my heart - found, your happy brush

exhilarated, exhausted - from painting the west side
all night
flushed cheeks, l'amour, passion.
a painted town - a dream
red - the color of passion
red means stop