MaryJane’s Last Dance

It was day 23 of Poetry Month
when you walked through the door,
And I said,
“Oh my, my. Oh hell yes”
as my eyes landed on
that party dress;
thigh high red with
a side slit stare, and
I was pulled into your sway.
MaryJane delights
played in my mind,
like how smoke and fog
swirled in kaleidoscope air,
and we began to dance.
We dance in those empty spaces
found in shadow where
there was only silence,
except for the scream
I saw in your eyes.
As my breath held like
a loosening embrace,
you began to fade
back into the night, back
into the loneliness of
need and desire.
The music stopped on
its last note, no echo,
just lost to a forever
long gone, leaving me
on the dance floor
alone.

Aztec Warrior / redzone 4.23.2026