A Domino Masquerade

It's a masquerade in the square, where throngs of people strut; ladies cleverly hide their hair and lips smeared with pistachio nut. My domino is of dark red; I have escaped from Hell to deceive the ones who are sad, who follow the wrong trail. Amid the crowd someone I seek: that soul whose need is love; I can deceive with looks so meek... for how long can I rove? Through dark streets and under bridges I'll find that pretty one, the one who has very soft curves and desires to be mine. I'll spot her looking near and far, shadows may play some tricks; she'll mistake me for her lover... wine and mist moisten lips. Her domino dress is scarlet, I'm tempted to touch it; the girl smiles, she's found her Hamlet exuding much delight. She boards the gondola glowing... letting her joy sparkle, " Wild's the night, I've waited all evening!" " Lucky us! " I giggle. Written on 7/6/2016