Just like a lit, red glass rose,
Peeking from the wall,
Expressing a magnificent pose.
Attracting me in the middle of chaos,
Including portrait and gentlemen.
Just like an oasis in the
middle of the hottest Saharan.
Just like a Spanish bolero dancer,
Wearing hot and spicy red,
Just the difference not in motion
Nor any words it said.
Like a banshee confined
In a djinn bottle,
With a never stopping flow
Through the energy throttle.
~Ajay
March 2015
