Lady Red

Forearm mops the toil underneath unyielding sun pelted denim over the shoulder of blame only form of communication a fragment written upon signed with a kiss, red lipstick No name Gravel and sand, boots starting to cut into the skin Gone this far, not one goddamn cactus Scavengers circling above This soul shall not be left for the desert We'll venture on... Dusty sweat, glancing ahead Within the haze of the scorching heat a silhouette My prayers have been answered Could almost mistake him as my twin we start to head in the same direction ....a quiet man, blessing To my surprise a cry from behind "wait for me" one said lets continue on... I gotta break the silence simultaneously they reach into their pockets Same fragments, same lipstick They whisper "The lady in red". Aqua in the face, what is? mirage? maybe not.... Sealed with a kiss.