Yielding, exploring passions,
Scalding, burning, warming..
Hearts everywhere.
Yet a prick, another sharp prick
A cherry atop a fork.
The flame surrounds you.
Wash you down as its,
Sweet scented breath engulfs you.
A rose tinted world- Rosy eyed vision.
Red love, Red desires, Red passions..
Red.
Snaring, gnawing at the senses.
A blind mind, a blind heart.
Then a raw rosy wound.
A hurt in the heart.
Consuming pain and anguish.
Descending of a
Red of black darkness.
A flame so strong?
Or
An emotion so weak?
Love.
The flaming emotion.
A red of heart. Blood red
Creeps on to us…
To be tamed, to be detained.
Yet it wants to be nourished.
To be treasured, to be unspoiled.
Not to be kept and castoff
As a flaring of senses, of lust and mind.
As Love
A grasp of heart,
A soft flowing warm red.
Caressing, cajoling and nurturing.
An emotion soaked in happiness and pain.
A Red rose with a shrill spike.
