Olive suits born red-dripped sagas, Sing Mao’s song atop an oracle, “state.” So parade smiles smeared sneer And the lips kissed only one night prior. Thus enticed the lady-soldier, the, “enemy,” Liminal and it leads me to revive The one time I’d hollered, The one time I’d vanished And the last time I’d ever love. You can’t forgive me, I understand;
But please know you’re the only one Who’d ever made me pause, If only to swelter amidst the swans of a pond’s Serenity, unbeknownst the encircling chaos, So waited, atop the altar with only one question, The one I’d never answer; “Could you leave it all for me?” I think, I really think and still fail to solve, The equation wrought, if only plus lonely, And’d offer the only answer I’d ever known –
“No.”
Years ago I fell for a girl in the Peoples Liberation Army (China's military) - that went really well, aha! Why do I always place myself in impossible situations? Oh, and "red book" is a reference to Mao's required reading in Chinese political classes.