Her red dress.

September poetry number one. A re-write.

 Her red dress..

Lady elegance with hair of auburn brown. She waited by her window.  She wished on the first star and the moon. To feel needed and wanted. She is lady sad and lonely. She had spent too much time alone in the house.

Once she was lady love. She wanted to be wild and wanted to dance, drink and sing. Sweet kisses of regret had become kisses missed and she wished, for in the dust of her life, more kisses and more love words.

Deny kisses and long embraces are remembered by a careless man. He remembered his love dancing in her red dress. Her shoulders bare and her long legs barely hidden by the soft material of her red silky dress. He called her on the telephone and he told her.

My sweet love, put on your red shoes and your red dress. Tonight we drink, dance and find some laughter. I want you ready to celebrate the night. You are my salvation and joy. I love and die in your eyes of joy or sadness. Tonight we will dance and find the places we forgot. We will leave behind the useless places and the coldness of life.

Lady sweet was forgiving and she allowed her tears to fall. She wanted to feel needed and alive. Her prayers were answered. She found her red dress and held her red shoes. She whispered quietly.  Thank you kind Gods of the night and the goddess of love, for allowing me to be content.

                               Coyote/John Castellenas

Author's Note

Thank you for reading.

Reviews

[Writergurl]

Lady sweet was forgiving and she allowed her tears to fall. She wanted to feel needed and alive. Her prayers were answered. She found her red dress and held her red shoes. She whispered quietly. Thank you kind Gods of the night and the goddess of love, for allowing me to be content.

LOVE your ending here, this is amazing and beautiful. Enjoyed this write

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you, dear poet, for reading and the comment. love is like a garden. Need attention and care.

[Chris Shaw]

Loneliness is a terrible thing. The opportunity to dance again freely and in red with matching shoes. An opportunity not to be missed. She danced and she was happy. We all need happiness in life. Contentment is everything. Really nice ending Coyote. Hope you and yours are all well.

Chris

[Coyote Poetry]

Thank you, dear Chris, for reading and the comment. I agree. loneliness make love die.