Courted by Lady Red, El Matador Bleeds
Woman, blood-red...
...Crimson lips,
And hiked
Heels...
El Matador has
Always
Dreamt of mad zeal,
Although daily
He seals
The end of a life...
...The bull's iris
Gleaming
With hatred,
And strife...
Glimpses her in the
Stands, as the
Dim stars
Explode!...
...In the back of
His mind
He is lonely, and
Cold...
...Freshly re-
leased,
She's becoming
Self ruling!...
...She emerged from
The wreck of
The maddened
Fixed flock...
...Woman with a
Defender!...
...Got a
Dog
In her corner!...
...Screwy ol' codger...
Maniac loner...
...Who's assuaged
By the illness
Enclosed in her
Sales pitch.
...Some vain trick
In staging
That he must now
Take heed...
Woman in red
Balls
El Matador's love,
And counts it
With piles of
Paramour's
By her
Feet.
...The bull's iris
Gleaming
With hatred,
And strife...
She drinks
Of his heart...
'til it aches from
The milking!
...Woman in red...
Crimson lips
That must
Feed!...
Hard to know her
For real!...
...Thrives below the
Town's belly...
El Matador's mind
Muddies
When he
Recalls...
...How she waltzed
Through his life,
Snatching
Seeds
From
His lawn...
...Once so
Unshakable!...
...She must have
A plan!...
...All his letters
Untraceable...
Drafted by
Many hands.
...The bull's iris
Gleaming
With hatred,
And strife...
...Bull's iris
Clots over
During his
Ceaseless night...
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