The Red Queen

by Nick Jaina

once around with the Red Queen
stitched up on the silver screen
her eyes were brown and mine were green
as we stood in the cool of the evening

at four in the morning
four in the morning

flakes of light from the mirror ball
fall on your face and your summer shawl
if I could laugh as easily
I would own the world completely
but I lean on this post here
no one smiles and no one gets too close dear
I am fated
to summer soft cicadas
stealing swims in the neighbor's pool at moonlight

© 2007 Nick Jaina