The Unexpected

Tears rolling down creamy peaches, she smiles
Bows; applause polite dancing like candle light
And she wants to roar to tear at her perfect dress,smoothed hair,
But that would be unexpected
Opens the sleek, black door, a door she didn't inherit
A loser defeated by the red-headed traitor
A spy and a betrayer in a blue dress
But crying would be unexpected
The driver, silent, inches forward toward a quiet apartment
Inside the house, real rain of sadness falls
And unexpected apathy consumes her
The driver/butler stands in one corner
The war inside himself crying with her
An oak tree's crooked branch leans in the window refuge
War and woman weeping, everything waiting in some paradoxical universe
Until time and dreariness fallsFalls into each other's arms
The loser and the lost, the broken and the dreamer
They are kissing oxymorons in a library of sadness and solitude
How long has passion battered at life's monotonous door?
And when can we break away from prisons of flesh and bone?
And fly to our new, unexpected home?