The Soulful Atom

Wrapped up in sexy black and some shimmer
Cool head and warm wet lips..
Shining burning bright eyes. Alive.
Oh she's a mess.
She loves too much!
She's a royal mess..

Black lacey sandals, like she always wanted
Cuddling sleek feet ending on long legs..
A strut so proud, so confident is the walk..
Oh she's a mess!
She gives too much..
She's a broken mess..

A big black diamond sits on a finger
Emitting a dull glow, swallowing the darkness around..
The finger curls around the blood red wine glass, it taps, the finger of the ring, the ring finger
Oh she's a mess!
She lives too much..
She's a dead mess..

The evening passes by, the seat is not filled.
Its reserved, always reserved.
Her bright eyes droop slightly, as something flickers off in them.
She is clever but too transparent now, naked through all that black.
The shoe drops as her ankle rises up to stay folded, warm under her buttock.
The ring moves around, as she plays with it while the waiter fills wine..
She smiles at him, he smiles back. Warm, knowing, but with a slight alarm.
Its almost 12 now. He pities her. They all do. She doesn't. She just wonders and questions.
She loves black. The black mess.
There are no answers. They are black like a void. They are all dumbed by her. She wonders why.
Why are they frightened? Why do they scarper?
Do they not have their truth with them? Do they not have their light within them?
Are they unaware of language? Of any language?

For the dumb can speak too if they will to!

Sigh, what a mess, she says. What a royal, broken, dead mess!
Shall i come back tomorrow then? I shall, for i want to. Even if you don't. Even if i wish u did. For i am a mess.