Burned, auburn breath betwixt her lips and the leaves,
Beaming with a still sunset,
Brushed kissing presses perfuming her merlot mouth,
Burgundy trees begging the sky to tell no one.
Stunning steam serenely falling from her wine stained mouth,
Scarlet sleeves blushing in a blistering bliss,
She is gone under his scorched sayings,
Sanguine smile dripping with wanting fondness.
Screams of ruby rimmed eyes,
Sores breaking skins, fragile in the dying light,
Sorry and apology too feverish in the night,
Saying planned last carmine calls.
Blooms of blood bare on a vermilion chest,
Breaths of burning hate, in and out with rusty haste,
Being of a florid past love lying out in a fire,
Bloodshot eyes and blood shot on the ground, her merlot mouth staining the floor.
