The Last Dance.

“…..among the smoke and fog of a December night,
she goes dancing!”

Slip into that favourite cocktail gown of yours,
one with a satin lace frills and ruffles.
Wear with it a black wonder bra, deeper than the night,
with jewellery to match your emerald eyes.
Puff some rouse, colour those cheek with the splendour of a rose,
and wear heels so high turning you long legged and lassy!
Fair maiden, you look so lovely tonight.

Slip into that favourite cocktail gown of yours,
under the disco lights, go dance!
With charming men by your side,
tall dark and handsome and slim, fair and cute.
Let their eyeballs move in rhythm with your waist.
Twist and twirl round the night in your high heeled shoes,
spin like a top, a hurricane, a corkscrew!
Let every pair of eyes go unblinked, every jaw dropped!
Daze them all, amaze them all,
move your body at a pace that stuns them all.
Fair maiden, your dancing is so lovely tonight.

Slip into that favourite cocktail gown of yours.
Let your hair be unclipped from its gaited might.
Watch the eyes that follow them, the hearts that beat.
Sway them till they smell of wonder and love,
like wind through the leaves of a flimsy fern.
Let the strands come on to your forehead, your eyes and cheek.
Hold your mate tightly on his shoulder,
so he can move you daintily through the night!
Like ripples of a spring!
May he be the wind that blows,
you the cloud carried upon it..
Fair maiden, you are a lovely ball tonight.

Slip into that favourite cocktail gown of yours.
The wine looks fine and nice for a lady’s taste.
Let it pour unto your endless goblet,
the royal redness, like the rouse on your cheek,
like your seductive nail enamel, your enticing lip wear.
From goblets on to goblets..
live it up, to drink it down, then laugh it off to only take chances!
Let the drink go in, the wit come out..
Sit by the bar, electrify the men with your charm and humor.
Hold the goblet firmly by it’s stem,
like a lover clutching his treacherous temptress!
Raise it high and cheer to love and life.
Though love sickens and life dampens by the day,
fair maiden, they are hidden from your sight tonight.

Slip into that favourite cocktail gown of yours.
As the clock ticks so fast and the moon continues to rise,
Soon its time for the last dance for the night.
As your high heeled shoes twirl in twirls through the night,
alas! Your hair are no more in a gaited might.
The rouse on your cheek fades, your lip wear smudges!
The big blue eyes droop, the kohl melts away!
Look around and see,
all the vile men, boasting of their vain love,
lie wasted and drunk, like dogs on the midnight street
calling on to other women.
Fair maiden, you are too lovely for tonight.

Don’t slip into your favourite cocktail gown.
You look exquisite as you did all the other nights.
As clocked ticked the seconds down,
a certain something in the darkness caught my eye,
eyes that ramped from one man to another,
lips that moved from one song to another,
tongue that tasted of one wine to another
and hips that moved from one beat to another!
In you, lost and mesmerized, I didn’t even feel the morning arrive,
as pieces fell off your Cinderella disguise,
fair maiden, you still looked lovely that night!

Give Me Red.

“….Because I am not the cheap drinker!”

Standing by the subtly semicircular and utterly glassy bar table,
this time nauseated with lychee martinis.
She hooked her eyes on him.
The narrow-waisted Delilah had found her lethal target tonight!

Standing by the utterly semicircular, subtly glassy bar table,
this time nauseated with tequila slammer.
He disoriented himself in her bloodshot gaze,
The broad-chested blade had fallen in toxic love tonight!

She was the bloody red allurement,
wearing onto herself, the shimmering red disco wear,
the passionate red nail enamel, the sinful red lipwear!
No! Her eyes were black, monique jet black.
Her hair, copper and curled, till below her shoulders
Ohh! he felt bloody prostrated tonight!

She looked into his eyes,
searching for traces of a victim,
she saw it much!
He looked into her eyes,
searching for traces of concern,
he never found much!

Smiled she, a demented one at him,
almost calling him on to her bar!
The goddess of dark love was calling him for a drink tonight!
Alas! He did not choose to see…

“Can I get you a drink?” asked he
“Give me red” said she
“Excuse me?”
“A red coloured drink, like the red wine! I am not the cheap drinker, you see”

Bewildered he was at her, straight were her eyes, stuck at him!
He looked up to her, to the stark red eyes!
Down his spine, travelled an electric charge.
As for the ‘red colour drink’, he was paying the bill!
Never had he come across such a headstrong lady..
Her power to hypnotize was driving him crazy!

His vision, travelling through the dead night
illuminated in the inside by disco lights!
His secrets shook.
Oblivious to everything but her beauty,
he lost his way, and so,
he again found her, minutes later..
The lady of strange appeal,
sipping through her wine!
Wine of black lust and lonely shadows!
She raised her goblet and thought,
“What if this was blood?”
As he came to sit next to his love tonight!

“I don’t see you often here.” said he..
“I come here on Fridays, the 13th” said she
.“There is something about you, no girl has”
“Yes, not every girl is on the top of the food chain.”
“I’d like to see you more often here”
“Ha! Perhaps this is the last you’ll see of me for real.”

Alas! Sooner on her table,
lay the dead red chest,
of the man who got her red wine!
As her hair crucified the skull
of another forgotten lover.
He lay there frozen,
as a murdered rose bled on the table.

Soon enough, her lips were smudged with auburn blood,
As she raised her goblet and said,
‘Cheers!!’
She kissed the dead wooer and exclaimed,
“Thanks for the red, honey!”