Witchy Red

A Poem by redzone

... for my dear friend Lydi, a Friday night tease...

“Witchy Red”

(...for my dear friend Lydi, a Friday

night tease.. Sorry it wasn’t done last night)

Oh my

she is witchy red,

not just those stiletto heels

and her strawberry shaded lips,

but also those red words

floating from her smokey brew,

broiling, roiling

in that cast iron pot of sensual dreams

floating like red ghosts

that you etch on the page.

It was one black night

when she crossed my sight

casting her word spells

that enticed my love

in the majik of

sensuous innuendo

wrapped temptingly

in silky hair’d dreams.

Oh my,

she is witchy red

weaving herself around my soul,

her strawberry flavor’d lips

enticing me to sing the blues.

Aztec Warrior/redzone 8.27.16

Note: the tittle of this poem is also the tittle

of a song by Dr. John found in his album

“Television” and embedded below.

So Lydi, in the tradition of those earlier

Friday night poems, hope you have enjoyed this

one. Sorry I didn’t get it done last night.

© 2016 redzone

Author's Note

... thanks for reading...

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Lydia Shutter

LOVE this, Curt!!! Wish I could still wear those FM stiletto heels, but in my dreams I do! The lips and nails will always be red and Steven will attest to the fact that I am sometimes "witchy"! LOL So I am weaving myself round your soul? Go figure! I can not sew on a button and Curt says I am weaving now. Talk about fantasy! This is a GREAT write...no matter what night of the week it was posted, Curt. The funky jazz of Dr. John was PERFECT for your words. Oh yea, I am loving this one. Very "nice". Lydi**