Red Light Lady

She is my dream girl who exists in another of my compartmentalized worlds, a respite from the usual realms in which I find myself day walking, the domains that I give more time too, but less thought. I dream of her as mine in temporary terms, images too deep to cast aside the reality of my true desire, to exist in moments with her no matter how brief. She challenges me like no other in her effortless ease and skill at existence. She both accepts and rejects the onslaught of life with grace and beauty in a way I have never witnesses. I am in awe of her ability to move a room upon entry, casting a gentle rosy shadow on all who might be near as I stand by, a role I am unaccustomed to, but savor in her presence. I do not hazard to examine why I want her, need to consume her essence because it may make the red light go out, and I can not stomach her removal from my desirous dream scape where I am allowed to treasure her day and night.

She provokes consideration of the self, my wants, my actions, as I subconsciously lay her down forgetting the shackles that would prevent me from possessing her. Within her ruddy glow she allows the din of my voluminosity to rage in her openness, receiving me as I truly am, no need for façade or unreal exchanges. I look to her indispensable soothing while taking in her venerable wisdom uninjured in our honesty, all the while craving her figure in the circle of my arms that are not hers to fill. I can for a time, put the visions of her to rest, but my unanswered and dastardly demands beg forward the staved apparition of her from the convoluted folds of my keen awareness. I find myself afloat upon the continuous ebb and flow, my desire coolly riding on soft swells in waiting far out to sea until I must recognize my wantonness that shifts into roiling waves of indispensable passion, eventually crashing on the shore of devouring, beached alone. Wet and cold white visions of her absence elicits heated delusory sweats, need. I find myself quickly searching for the red light illuminating a path back into her presence time and time again. An emanating warm glow from her red light invites me into her enveloping quintessence where I take shelter in her luminosity.

C.S. Mack Author