Red shoes walking on dust
Crossing the street in the full moon light
Clicking on the metal steel bridge
Long red nails scratching marks into her sweaty palms
The smell of the rainy night mixing with perfume
Bleu de Chanel
Stolen from him a lifetime ago
Like the cigarette between her lips
Choked by a raindrop
Flicked to the ground
A last blaze of ember
Her smooth legs walking on
Passing the red light
Four minutes to go
Adjusting her dress
Sneaking in a back street
Stay out of sight
The grey clouds a good cover
Dimming the blonde of her hair
Shivering fingers gripping her leather jacket tighter
Almost there
The black iron gate is closed
Her nails clacking on her phone's screen
The only noise in this dusky world
Telling him
I'm here
But will he be?
Heart beating as the gate opens
Stairway to Heaven
Highway to Hell
Down to Paradise City
Trying to keep the silence
While taking the stairs impatiently
White walls with no stains
It's not a sin anymore
He opens the door
Dark eyes lighting up
She smiles
The world drops from her shoulders
Falling into his arms after a year
So close
His dark hair the only thing she sees
The city church bell rings three times
The dark room brightening up
Two souls connected
He brushes a strain of gold from her lips
I've missed you so much
A kiss and she says it
I love You
He asks
Forever?
She can't hold back the tear
Deliriously happy
She answers
Yes
As you said
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Impressive. Seems marital. Thanks