The curtain
falls
in a meld,
maroon
fold
dimming
swells
the light.
The stage expectantly
surrenders,
grudgingly,
in clapping
thunders,
the class
of the last step,
to stop
in midairs'
flight,
a caress
as a silk slip
in
a dress
all red and black,
handling
a honed sensory attack.

A dancers shoes,
tipped in scarlet hues,
the violin creams
its resonance flares
and reminds,
a point in view
harbors
in this gaze sublime.

A smokey
start to all declare,
as a look above,
to and beyond,
the night star
I stare,
the deco buildings,
layered outside
the structure,
beside
the homeless clove,
asleep on the stair
of christian charity.

In a cameo of tan
and white,
aside
the silver cotton
breaded
napkin,
lays
a plum glaze
to the wine glass,
a fluid dense
in the aroma of dark
deep red
steeped
cherry
jewel
of lips,
slow
guided
steps,
along cool
blue walls
I glide
her red tress
above
white black dress
across
pale wooden floor,
in a pool
of colors
like honey
at a summers
gathering
to explore.

I adore
the aftermath,
melodic
ride into
Manhattan's maze
yellow traffic
blare
to
ooze,
West Side Highway burble
the environ of the heat lose,
G coupe,
Athens blue wings do
float me onto
dreams,
french hat
now on the supple
leather
miles all subtle,
in a crimson alabaster
flesh reprise,
musical notes follow,
as I do,
tis
a magical surprise
to
New York's Broadway skies.



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