The Last Night by Stephen Jarrell Williams

He walks slowly
holding his side grimacing

the night time attempting
to mend his heart

when he use to play for her
only her

pitfall between her lips
beauty trap

lights lit down the street
shaking his head knowing the threat

rock band playing in the park
she’s approaching their bulging eyes

they all want her heart attack
from the tips of her puckered lips

crowd clapping hands
she steps before the stage stairs

cheers and drums and electric guitars
ground and street vibrating

as she steps onto the stage
he draws nearer still holding his side

she turns around quickly
he stops and looks up to her

the dance charge begins
crowd trampling over him

his blood
on the bottom of their shoes

his flute still tucked to his side.

Stephen Jarrell Williams loves to write poetry and draw unusual works of dreams. He can be found on Twitter @papapoet.