Mandarin Red

What do I know of that young woman... She never dared..and I was not allowed. Hellion drained at last courageous Holding on to remnants of electric beauty Dying of neglect Perhaps..in spite of duty. And I suppose (to some sublime extent) All that is known of her Would make good kindling Around suburban campfires glowing tastefully, Where discontented matrons, still and all Practice that much maligned art Of fundamental Character assasination Behind a well dressed back - or two. And here I am in a large bed waiting Listening to the heartbeat of a ticking clock: Lonely - lonely - lonely Waiting for my nails to dry... A pretty vanity left unsaid; My favorite color, Mandarin Red....