Winters Breath

In the midst of busyness

how can one feel

so alone,

lost within

old memories

of times past,

shadows that linger

growing long

as time is measured

in the suns travels,

and I reach up

to touch the sky

finding once more

that feeling

of your kiss

upon my face

warm,

even as snow falls

and winters breath blew,

now phantom lips

haunt my day

and you are gone,

I sit here

in silence,

hidden in shadow

Red

Red lips

Tasting

Biting

Consuming

Red Apple

Juices Flow

Blood Red Toenails

Peak out

From Sandals

Temptation

As I kiss her

Her bite draws blood

Hand holds the red rose

Thorns pierce white flesh

Blood flows

A river of pain

No one to understand

Crushed under

Meaningless lust

Buried under the purple-red bruises

Red eyes filled with tears

The red sun sets

A fiery end

The Dream

Hair of spun gold

eyes as blue as the sea

her skin alabaster

she walks softly

along the narrow paths

in the early morning

footfalls silent

as she draws near

I see her standing

beckoning me with a look

silence fills the woodlands

my eyes are only for her

I’m a prisoner

caught in her web

as she vanishes

mist rising from the ground