By Laurel Ahlfeld
Date: 2003 Feb 09
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always wearing red

I stand outside your window
   in a whirlwind of cherry blossom breezes
   while your memory's muse
   whispers softly in my ear
   the voice breathing its warmth
   with sticky sweet temptations
   onto my skin
   letting me know again
   why I've come here

In this succulent near silence
   you appear just above
   distanced only by window panes
   and the velvet veil of night
   wearing red...
   wearing red...
   always wearing red...
   and I reach to you hungrily
   as pools of incandescent yellow light
   dance tauntingly along the surface
   of your caramel colored skin
   while your bottomless eyes
   peer into the night
   to unknowingly ravish my soul

The window shade lowers by your hand
   and all that is left of your slender silhouette
   disappears into something like a dream
   the last of your evanescent laughter
   winds its way around the flowering trees
   and into the nothingness of night
   leaving me alone again to grieve