Expectations of Love
In need of a lover the lady waits;
Dressed in sable gown of satin and lace;
Dimness of room a wanton mood creates;
Expectations of love show on her face.
The porcelain lamps with crimson cloth drapes
cast ash of roses on ivory walls.
Smoke from the absinthe scent candle escapes,
filling the air with sweetness as night falls.
The mood for love set on this charcoal night;
yet still the lady waits there all alone.
Her obsidian mind says it’s not right;
She has not a lover to call her own.
With ruby lips and cerulean eyes,
she lays face down on her pillow and cries.
October 8, 2017
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