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Little Red Riding Mood


Little Red Riding Mood.......

I am anxious tonight, and in need of that feeling you only get in a good nairobi night club 

The girl in the green dress and big hair walks up to the mic

Her throaty laugh sends the crowd into that mood that i've been searching for

One that says says this night has just began

I sashay to the dance floor when she belts out that Afro centric  Jazz that lights up any night

The karaoke tonight is especially dazzling....

And I see him, white shirt, searching.

I follow his lead, and his eyes, they dont leave her

The Red one...

Young and beautiful, with laughter in her eyes

And she walks up to the stage for an old time karaoke hit, 

She could be a singer,perharps an actress

and in Red, something between a Godess and a mermaid

Him The Mister in white

makes no move, she, in Red, catches his eye

Red& White, White & Red

A carafe of wine is placed on her table

She lifts the glass of red wine to him

he lifts his glass of white wine to her;

Is this the beginning of white & Red nights?

Is this the beginning of a blossoming flower?

I wonder....

They meet, the colours change, she is white, he is red

Are they one? 

Are they in a little Red Riding Mood?

Comments

  1. SafariGalMarch 30, 2009 at 12:05 PM

    I can see all those many times I dragged you to karaoke night was not a loss, lol, inspiration came even in the midst of the darkness, I really enjoy your blog posts, keep them coming

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