Old Hollywood Glamour

Satin skin and perfumed air,
The possibility in the moments is thick,
She applies that red lipstick
with the hope that it smears on someones collar.
Sliding into the stiletto pumps,
She steps into the lull of laughter,
Scanning the room hoping he sees her
hoping that she gets to see him.
A stagnant moment,
Where are those sparks?
Just for a time it is really to dark...
She cannot believe that he is with her.
Pushing past the pasted perfect people,
Breathing deep in the lungs of her too tight dress,
Stop that shaking lip and think nothing less
than forgetting about this night.
Oh this is heartbreak--
But she went back and smiled through the night,
Even though her eyes shined too bright
for people not to notice her pain.

The Age of Innocence

Ringlets twirling and lollipops slick with saliva,

Tinker toys and fairy dancers that flew

higher than we would have thought we could go.

Dresses with lace and tulip skirts blossoming full

with games of Ring Around the Rosie--

Oh how I wish I ended with a pocketful of posies.

Hold hands and look both ways as we cross streets,

off on field trips to explore new places and things.

Gap toothed smiles and guileless pretty faces

with fairytale dreams and grand imaginings,

Take me back for my memories are sweet.