Lying
quietly on a soft and warm robe of velveteen,
envisioning
notions of a wandering affair,
while
letting naked emotions subtly be seen.
Brilliant,
but repressed, anxious to let down pulled back hair,
and
slip out of too comfortable boots and faded jeans.
Me,
I’m just sitting by the pool
watching
lily white transform into a healthy shade of red.
I
know the truth but it’s hidden behind the angst of a fool
loitering
somewhere in my unforgiving tormented head.
Words
call out amongst a smoke and mirror parade,
of
countless fantasies left unfulfilled wanting to be said.
Not
to squeeze the anguish as passion only dares,
but
to release the disappointments of old ruby crowns and sparkled hair.
Open doorways
expose life’s pointed curves,
as
scarlet words suggest a point well served.
Be
forewarned though, unprotected hearts become easily tempted
by
visions of a necklace of enraptured nerve.
Go,
rest your fiery eyes on a chair of passion red,
be gentle, and
let your mind and spirit roam.
Bare
your soul and know that without true love
it's
sometimes cold and frightening to be alone.
But,
if dreams are a place where you haven't slept,
and
you desire to kiss the sunrise as night turns into dawn,
then
I suggest as life and love await your bare hearts breast,
take
the key that has been left, stoke the fire, feed the soul,
and
read these words each night before you rest.
Much Love and Peace
Robert
2015
