National Poetry Month: Week 3 - White Dahlia
As some of you may know, Sunday was a special lady’s birthday. In her honor, and in conjunction with National Poetry Month, I wrote the following poem for her. It’s more personal than I typically get here, but she deserves it.
Rumor surrounds the Dahlia in black
That her beauty is why she was killed
My love, dressed fare, intrigue she doesn’t lack
To be with her is to be happy, to be with her keeps me thrilled
She may not have gone to California, but she’s my Angel
Never been to La-la-land, but she’s still my heart’s jangle.
With these lines I proclaim my love, on this day I rejoice
I often express myself with my words, but rarely my voice
My White Dahlia brings out what I keep hidden
We started with kisses in the shadows, now shout from roof tops
A love this strong, this happy is dangerous and forbidden.
Because together we can do it all, nothing can make us stop
Everyone wants this, but she’s my Dahlia in white
Without her I’m nothing, take the rest, take my sight
Take everything because I’m empty without my White Dahlia
But together I’m ready for everything, ready for the next great saga.