Red

Dark red
Through the night
Through the storm, the heat
Entwined in legs
Embraced in arms
Breath on my shoulder as time passes out of time

Red as crimson
Washed like you said
Washed but still red
By choice
By joy
By lust for this life so fragile, so thinly veiled

Invisible red
Like this rose
Planted in my soul
In bloom
But not on display
This love through the night towards the final day

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