dolorous interludes.

Mirror of Scarlet Tears

You sometimes dream
of winter mannequins with
rose-dusk lips strangled in
their corsets of lace and purple
ribbons of silk. you wished for
satin dance shoes and to feel the
welvet caress of smoke from tobacco pipes
nestled between sensuous lips.

But caught in the webs of time(for time
is not simply a measure of its passing)
and confines of heart(a measure of love)
the molten spirit
that fed your eternal demise and
lavished your illusions of yesteryear
solidified and the dreams
vapourized into ludicrosity.
and thereafter into a shred
of vague disremembrance.

posted by voyeur @ 10/04/2003 01:22:00 PM