Letters to Trayu: Glisten for me

It's just as dirty as it sounds.

Dance Card

My presence was requested
The invitation read.
Gold plated! Just for me!
All I had to do was
put on my party dress.

I thought about the dancing
I called you up to say
"I want the waltz and some salsa!"
And you grinned and laughed with me.
Hurry little girl.

But first I had to do my hair!
Then I had to find my shoes!
Where was my eyeliner pencil
and I need a pedicure.
Five more minutes, just a second!

I shouted down the stairs.
My patient prom date with pink corsage.
My attention rudely stolen.
"Take your time." You said.
I would have anyway.

Hours passed, days and weeks.
You grew thirsty waiting for me
And all the flowers died.
A floor above you I stomped and cried.
You dropped my dance card on the table.

When I was ready, you were gone
And I walked to the ball in my glass slippers.
My hand in the folds of my pretty party dress.
It began to rain, fat drops were thick like
Diss.a.point.ment.

I arrived too late, the party over
Streamers on the floor.
broken glass, echoing laughter
The music's gone, The lights are on
I am standing in the door.

Wet, I drip.
All along the floor.
To the center of the dance floor
My eyes closed so I can pretend
I was prom queen after all.

And there I stand In my glass slippers
Turning slowly to the music you sing in my head.
And here I stand, among your dropped kisses
Waiting for you.
In my pretty party dress.

For as long as it takes.

©2009 For Charlie

Friday, April 3, 2009

Glisten for me

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