Red Becomes You
Red becomes you
but it is you
and your dance
I remember
not the dress
though I could not
take my eyes
from either.
As I watched you dance
with wild abandon
lost within your zone
I knew without knowing
I'd been looking
to find a woman
who could free herself
to passion
and there you were.
This place is not of me
I felt strange
before you entered
and even stranger
now.
I was not aware
that one of my mates
had the waitress
bring you a drink.
At his urging
I walked over
to overcome
my shyness
and say hello.
Now I am standing
the drink dripping
down my chest
watching as your
fine ass
recedes
and your red dress
disappears.
Knowing we will each
spend the night
alone.
But will remember
what might have been.
DR MCMXCIV
This poem was an echo to a poem "Red Dress" posted by Jamie in another forum, long ago. Her poem follows
RED DRESS by Jaimie
Sitting at the bar I watch you
watching me
Yeah. I know I look good in this red dress.
The way it hugs my body, kisses my . .. curves
The way you'd like to.
I see your eyes
when I walk across the room.
Yeah I know I look good in this red dress.
You sweating yourself trying to get next to this
nose wide open, you and your boys.
Sending me a drink, you come over
as if that was something that gave you a right
like you'd made a payment on something
starting to get knotted up at the thought
as your boys watch, taking bets
Yeah I know I look GOOD in this red dress.
Yeah! And you know, you can escort that drink right back over there
with your friends.
Nothing has been bought here.
Nothing is for sale.
And I sure as hell
Don't want to be your bitch for the night.
You CAN'T get next to this.
Yeah I KNOW I look good in this red dress.
Now that the evening is over
and I've drank and danced
gotten all sweaty and a little wet
and had MYSELF a real . . . good . . .time
I'm taking my FINE ass
and ALL this, right out that door
alone.
Yeah I know I look
FINE in this red
dress.
You know it too
and you know what?
You'll remember.
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