Embarrassment under cover of a smile
I see a dark red light. What do you want to hide
Silence instead comes up a knife
Sharp but harmless; what do you want to guard with
Faith murmured in a low voice
Warmth creeping unto your face
I see Mr. Love dancing on the speeding dice
Not knowing which face to reside
Another cigarette is tipped to the fire
I opened my eyes. Gazed at the purple sky
The bus has already arrived
Waiting for a joy ride?
I’ll meet you.