Lady in Red Lace
Red lace draped over her icy hands,
Starched cuffs covered his wrists
Like snow over bleak tundra lands
Yet two hearts melted in the mist.
A mist thick enough to get lost
But not for the lady in red lace,
Not when she melted his frost,
Ultimately in a bare skin embrace.
Embraced by the ultimate sunset
His frost returned when she left
A black laced sky and a cigarette;
He is lost in the mist and bereft
His icy hands draped over the black,
Starched blood grinds thru his veins
And in a bleak tundra about to crack
His heart melts without any remains.
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| "Who Are You?" by Neil. Moralee is licensed under CC BY-NC-ND 2.0. |
