Take my hand - you've got to
feel fun time's heading
closer
Futuristic daydreams
are at hand -handy!
microchipped wild
boys and girls
on rent - hardly paid off -
dance! Roll the dice!
Flicker eyes!
Adrift on the dimlit
flourescent
effervescent
reflector rays°°°°you're
never lost or at loss;
Coloured circles glide
across the dancefloor__
bouncy boots swoon, high heels
crack, remastered barefoot Tribe~
Enjoys momentary revelations!
Latino lovers attracting
honey dew magnetic more-s
rain coats off - smiley coasts shine on~
those cunning shenanigan freckles
pressed redhair beauties against
needy torsos in ecco-leather jackets  
electrified silhouettes stunning
like elves un-fading beauty  
transforming tuxedos
of a tight
night; a jingle of
Prague crystals into
one dancing wave submerged
by the vicinity of hissing tongues  
-been- beaten by fierce kissing
in a stronghold ballroom
frenzy - polarized
beatings - hi-s and bye-s ; a
stroboscopic syncopation
ecstatic hips,  
space shuttle
trips

mouth lingers body fragrant

     (dreams peculiar)

violent of redhair sits pretty
alone awkwardly of nothing
precise in a corner quietly
shifts wonders of skin and
reads a book looking like
naked would be better than

i hope you find my redhair in the backseat of your car
on your clothes
on your pillow when you lie down to sleep
and i hope that these remnants of me
remind you
that you
******
up

Red is everywhere
It is here, it is there
I see the colour red in my head
In shows on TV...
In my dreams, in flowers,
thinking about you for hours.

I try to push my thoughts are elsewhere,
Yet I hear a song of redhair and black leather,
A giggle warmer than any summer weather...
A glow so bright, Red cheeks blush red.
F*ck, I think I'm in over my head.

I have never been so scared,
I have never been so at peace.
Each time I'm reminded of Red, I feel dread...
Each time I'm reminded of Red, I think Red's a masterpiece.

But,
Not because she's beautiful,
Not because she's gorgeous,
Not because Red's adorable,
Not because Red's cute,

I'm not allowed to call Red Beautiful,
I'm not allowed to call Red gorgeous,
I'm not allowed to call her adorable,
I'm not allowed to call you cute,

You've stripped me of the colour Red,
Filling my thoughts with smiles and dread.

Although one other colour looks good on you.
And that's green, and well, white.
Such a delight...
Well it's a little cheating, saying two.
Or was it green and cream...
All I can say, you in that dress,
A smile on my face it did press...
You're out of a dream...
A Disney Princess supreme!

Please Red...
Don't tell me this is all in my head?