Content in the shadows

of a place that she once loved

No more does the rush of a crimson tide

invade her tender loins

Flamboyant flowers remain

beneath flagrant lights

and out...

out in the open once more

a snapshot sends her reeling back..

back into the realms of denial

Denial from the one she adores

and so she lies in her contentment

Dwells with idle thoughts

that sometimes...

ignorance is bliss