I espied a red glint

In between the cracks

On the wooden panels

Of a locked up closet

How many sphinxes

Stood guard with riddles.

Halting curious eyes?

No sentinel more vigilant  

I caught glimpse of a

Red lace stuck

Between mahogany doors,

Some past vanity imagined

Standing there unmoving,

Drawn by intrigue, I was

 Like a cat sniffing on

A netted pantry window

I stood beside the

Grim and ominous bureau

A piece of red lace

Clutched by wooden vise

Perplexed and unsettled

Mind wandering

The past insinuates

Rekindling flames

From cold embers

The band played on

Red lace swirling

In the garish glow

Of a festive December night

It was not I who held

Those delicate hands

As you pirouetted and

Caused an eddy in the crowd

Plain red lace seen

Awkward in between doors

What images it evoked

My tired eyes hardly make out

An unwanted remembrance

The memory now a saturated scene

My eyes no longer entertain

Sordid images resurrected

A glimpse of other’s paradise

I lost you once, oh what pain

Losing you again in recall

From a red lace

Stuck between closet doors