Red Divine Silhouette
By Jorge Pliego
Scarlet carries red marks.
divinities and illusions too.
Her elegance when she speaks.
Her majesty in her looks shows she’s killed before.
Exemplary in her red divine dress, too.
Rumor has it, it’s tinted by the blood of men
that have hurt her too.
Her vengeance held by sharp thorns and green vines
As she sits across with her blood red wine.
She stares at me mischievously, too.
Her red lipstick stains.
I rendered to her seductive looks.
Her red divine silhouette a beauty.
That has been printed under sin .
She cries for me, too.
Since, she’s past embroiled in my skin
are the red marks that fools no one.
Left with the marks of Scarlet.
kissed her goodbye and buried her with her divine silhouette too.
Boulevard
By Jorge Pliego
Cruising down lit boulevards
in a convertible Malibu. Head lights burst in midnight blaze.
She nudges, inclined on a lonesome shoulder.
Cigars lit in flames.
red lipstick that kissed ex lovers.
Cruising down boulevards with rolled down windows.
Running from crime, towards stolen kisses and daydreams.
A pair of young lovers and open boulevards.
Nightmares strike 12
She opens a bottle of champagne drinks her pains away.
Darling, I told her.
I’d love you and replace your nightmares with beautiful daydreams.
Her tears on a window pane her heart full of storms.
She grabs the steering wheel and says love’s a game.
Thunderstorms, beautiful thorns.
Ohh no!
baby, I can cure your tortures.
A lonesome ramp on a open boulvard.
She cries and says I am sorry.
The car hits a steal cold rail.
Floods, scars, beautiful mistakes.
Chilling waters took her. The car bursts into flames
These lonesome boulevards write a story of a pair of ex lovers.
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