Lovely Lady Blues

painted my fingernails lips, eyes, cheeks with dark lovely pink went out on the town purse, shoes, belt had hues and shades of pink and of brown spritz myself behind ears, blot wrist and neck with lingering soft fresh scent purchased a drink of class green, long stem, wide mouth martini two cherries speared they sink in the pink contents of my glass hair short, soft, sleek disposition mild, calm, meek blonde, fair, with faucets of pink in the bouncing shimmering light short skirt what a catch button up jacket, low cut shirt, long bare legs painted toes and a golden glittery glow to match eyes green dashing happy go lucky, only clue to give away my youth, flamboyant, age something about my still, spilled, thrillful flashing face i want you to see notice about me painted in pink for the night drawn on grace all my life can't i stay this way before the dawn drags me back to swear, spit, smoke look tough, ride rough, kick dust as i wander away thick skin again again again but in this night i did shed this beast dark side kindled nurtured i fed feminine fair dance, dreamy, wistful flair the next day without regret for the reasons i live and go back i dare and stare it down with confident care painted in pink for a fairy tale like cut-off calloused soul and for one night down hill it rolled away as it should stay starting over is no longer easy for me but again it rained and poured and my pink painted face a mere canvas of watercolors and pastels dripping, slowly erased misplaced lost again in time and space showered hot, smoldering, smothering water thoughts loud lonely not alone but a portion of me left and died in that crowd what a large price to pay being cinderella delicate bella for that day put on jeans, t-shirt, bra all plain but i gather from reflections of this mirror my calm, collected, beauty remains the same still painted in pink just a quieted flame within me i think blazes long through this dawn on and on.... on and on....... and on.