Red.

This time around,
Words bled.
Same as before,
They twirl around her face,
The perfect face
Of deceit.

An ornament in red,
Against pale skin.
Like the raging fire ,
That engulfs in her,
All that remains uncharred.

How is it that words,
So cunning, yet sweet,
Imply such desires,
Making her see
Red all over again.

Unspoken

Passion dripping from her lips.
His turn into fire.
Engulf her.
She burnt in his flame.

* * *

Undress me
In all of my desire

You leave me
Only to return again

Its not the way it was
Its not the way it shall be

Was it love
Was it lust?

A storm that never was.
My skin remains untouched.

* * *

24. 01. 2014