The Red Dress....... Poem by Broken Voice

The red dress women, that's what they called you
that night. Your skin was covered by red silk, I thought
it be blood. The moon sang you a song of tears and new
birth and suddenly your beauty become your language.

In all that wonder I still didn't understand you nor grasp
why you danced for me. That night your eyes met mine,
looking at them horror and blood they told me, but it is
fear that births beauty.

The waves of your dress I knew it was my time to dance
to the last song, your weren't death but it's vessel, a women's
touch both alluring and exquisite, you are my mystery and my
fortitude.

Who am I to be at your presence, your elegancy has brought
havoc in my heart knowing it will be struck with only your
breath and your touch to soften it's righteous end.