A woman in red with nylon stockings.
September 18th 2009 04:39
A woman in red with nylon stockings.
The fallen branches blend with the withered leaves,
autumn colours of sorts,
an ornate bench seat in the forest, it is easy to use,
many trees, all tall and thin and behind them a wall made of stone.
A woman in red is standing in front
with nylon stockings,
her teeth gleam a brushed white.
A picture on the wall, a piano out of tune,
a green room of geometric shapes in all directions,
and a crying from fear, being lost indoors,
her mind listens with intent,
she is happy to be aroused, to want to make love,
to be sexual once again.
A black carriage fitted with rubber tyres carries her away,
a hastened kiss,
a church bell rings in tune with the piano,
from the large green room with the wooden floor,
a marching sound like that of a never ending wave,
it feels uncomfortable.
Making love,
the black carriage on rubber tyres has arrived,
it is about time to stop looking into barren thoughts,
and listen to the music from the green room with that wooden floor,
to stop sleeping lightly and dreaming of fallen branches,
to walk outside, a journey with each step.
Never looking at the moon lest I see the reflection,
of the woman who wore red lipstick.
original work of
Alex Teli
September 2009
The fallen branches blend with the withered leaves,
autumn colours of sorts,
an ornate bench seat in the forest, it is easy to use,
many trees, all tall and thin and behind them a wall made of stone.
A woman in red is standing in front
with nylon stockings,
her teeth gleam a brushed white.
A picture on the wall, a piano out of tune,
a green room of geometric shapes in all directions,
and a crying from fear, being lost indoors,
her mind listens with intent,
she is happy to be aroused, to want to make love,
to be sexual once again.
A black carriage fitted with rubber tyres carries her away,
a hastened kiss,
a church bell rings in tune with the piano,
from the large green room with the wooden floor,
a marching sound like that of a never ending wave,
it feels uncomfortable.
Making love,
the black carriage on rubber tyres has arrived,
it is about time to stop looking into barren thoughts,
and listen to the music from the green room with that wooden floor,
to stop sleeping lightly and dreaming of fallen branches,
to walk outside, a journey with each step.
Never looking at the moon lest I see the reflection,
of the woman who wore red lipstick.
original work of
Alex Teli
September 2009
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Comment by David O'Connell
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Comment by quatro
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R rated it can get hotter, the original is, but have modified it for orble?
many thanks Quatro