I see her in my dreams. Her subtle seductive smile, from those hypnotic haunting lips.
She stands across the crowded room, in a cafe I recognize,
unable to recall its name, or where it is, or its reality.
She catches me looking, and all thoughts crash to a halt.
I want to run. Away? To Her? Around Her?
She takes a step towards me, her purpose clear,
The face I used to call my own, betrays a smile.
Moments pass, and she is right next to me.
I can smell the sweet perfume, stirred with the subtle tang of her.
Intoxicating; but pales in comparison, to her Blood Red Lips.
I, have not moved at all. I have yet to say a thing.
She breaks the silence, with a whisper, in my ear,
"All the times you've come in here, I always watched you."
"When you left last time, you had an artist girl on your arm,"
"Since then, you, or at least she, has moved on."
A deep breath, another obsessed moment in my mind.
"Tell me your name, and we'll repair to someplace more private."
"Tell me your dreams, and we will share deeper affinity."
Just as I am about to speak, it starts to fade.
Her soft disappointed sigh,
"Perhaps we will meet in the waking world."
"Until then, remember what you feel in your heart."
A kiss, then her vivid lips, and her subtle smile,
When all else is faint, and dim, I vow to never forget,
The Girl With The Blood Red Lips.
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