Film Noir Starlet

Film Noir Starlet    
      
Windswept scarlet holy starlet      
On a film noir silver screen to heaven      
Where steely blue eyes see the future      
In leading man of her gothic cinema    
Where her kiss is a black rose for perpetual serenity  
Were it not for the camera  
Black blouse trembles in my heart      
With bare shoulders her signature cuneiform      
Written like stars from Elysium      
A Celtic Tree suspended      
On the edge of her forever      
Pink lip gloss smiles triumph      
In a man’s world, she is the trump card      
Whose charm is the ace in her hand      
That holds the male ego      
In her black velvet glove