Red Wine for Blue Rose
Blue Rose, track number eight;
Alcohol and musk.
Party's over, guests all gone.
His room, a fruitless husk.
In lieu of a long goodbye,
Uncomfortable impasse.
His turning head, robbed of lips
Imprinted on her glass.
Too shy, too stuck for words,
He held her in his mind,
Dancing without moving,
As he was so inclined.
He was a hopeless dreamer,
She lit his awful life.
His slender, burning taper
Was someone else's wife.
Martin T. Hodges
Posted over on his site Square Sunshine
Listed as #30 over on Magpie Tales 61
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