Saturday Night...

Two souls, in a deserted gallery stand admiring the art
Pleats gather on a forehead, appeals a disturbed heart
The eyes on the painting unknowingly stare
As the girl with pleats, renders herself bare

The immaculate beauty induces the lifeless eyes to blink
Her lips douse a cigarette, the Rosy furnishes them pink
The agile hands house a trigger, the belly is tight
The pleats waver in fervent dialogue, the tongues bite

“What are you doing tonight”, calls a voice
Seldom is getting involved a matter of choice
The man speaks, for the paintings plead
He emerges from the shadows, his instincts lead

The man is a contrast, white in black
Confident he walks, there is no turning back
The girl stands motionless, denuded and parched
“Committing suicide”, she replies “not long before I passed”

She blows the smoke at him, clouding his vision
He seems to rejoice, inhaling all with decision
The girl is suddenly is touched with déjà vu
But the notorious mind recalls nothing she knew

For the first time fear strikes her, the air goes still
She lashes on to the man, determined to kill
Her grasp though clutches thin air
He is her savior, life’s not fair

I see love in your eyes he sighs
And Love can’t let you die, if He does he lies
The opportunities will come and go, time right to alight
Stay with me tonight, for tonight is Saturday Night