DFW

DFW

it's about your face
in the red light: the traces
of last night - warmth,
a forgotten itch, sideways
and slick - it's sadness
really you wear
last night on your eyebrows
warming up to a
memory about a red dress
sighing in your mind
because it's forgotten already
but it's important to you
you try again you say
never the one to let it
rest in your hands
but to throw it all
in red-dawn, red eyes
sighs, mind races
towards forgotten places
and you decide to rest
in its wake under the stars