Deletion Renamed

Deletion Renamed

And the door shut abruptly-
A light most curious was tamed.

This eve of purple rain,
This eve of red ribboned lips;

and
cream lace covering foreign panes~

no more childish fingertips-
penning his name on this fog surfaced clarity-

Billy Holiday
singing in the background-

Is simple deletion of lovers that never met-
played out too long in this song-

sung like spread dove wings,
this song must be renamed,

in the face of fear absolute,
embraced;

and flung like holiday glitter to the fogs,
from crested peach palms freed arched like wings-

To be carried out to roofs afar where soul friends
can meet.