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Saturday, July 28, 2012

Caught in a 1930's Radio Show

Settled in a sepia hue
The crackle of the
Fire blankets the
Stillness

The constriction of her
Belt is overwhelming
The sweat beneath her gloves-
Dripping

They are gone, thrown
To the floor, raw red
Lipstick had been of no
Benefit 

To-night she entered alone-
Artificial flowers on
Tapestries and couches brought no
Amenity

Yanking at her hair
She stripped if of pins
Thrashing her head a bout,
Untamed

Earrings, necklace, bracelets
Alike, tumbling to the ground
The light remains
Discrete

Stumbling in the shadows
Collapsing against unforgiving excuses
For cushions, breathing in the sting of
Loneliness

Eyes so exhausted from
Searching refuse to remain
Exposed eye lids become
Locked 

Palms, fingers pad around
Finding the switch- turning it
An orchestra resounds against the
Walls 

Elbow bent over her dozing face
Finally able to find rest
Her mind dreams of handsome
Perfection

Another enters without
Notice- swiftly, silently
Clearing the space between
Them

 Kneeling at her side
Calloused hands gently cup
Hers- deep brown eyes fluttering
Open

A brilliant, bright smile
A nod of his head
He cradles her with
Ease

 Lifting her from the couch
Letting her feet slip to the floor
Through fits of joyous
Laughter

Drawing her close, the tips
Of their blouses kiss-
He guides her to the chorus of
Orchestras 

Their dancing slows- resting her
Cherried cheek against his chest
Twirling, her locks whipped
Freely
Fastening her eyes shut knowing
This feeling endures anything of sight
Delight catches in her throat
She finds it hopeless to
Breathe

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