Her eyes drank in the sight of her favourite hue, that vivid primary that burst with energy, that crackled with verve and being, the essence of kisses, roses, luscious fruit dripping juice. It was her joy, her bliss, this primal red.
Red, Crimson, Scarlet
The colour of life and love
Ruby wine churning
She inhaled the scent of it, the vision of it, and the satin touch of it. She smiled, wanting more, staring as the beautiful red dripped off her hand as droplets of blood. She giggled and took another bite of the freshly plucked heart.
Raw claret falling
As stains and impulsive death
Blood sipped, ingested
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Undisturbed turbulence veiled by a calm tranquility,
Unleashed by the Earth’s might
Let its Spirit enfold;
Strange yet magnificent in its complexity
Known to change the essence of the mould.
The placidity, complex in the very simplicity
Known to affect the heart of the matter;
The slow ebb and flow of this inner city
One heightened wave meant to shatter.
The crest at the height
One with both the sun of the day
And the ghostly night shadowed in opaque moonlight;
Ebb and flow, ebb and flow nearing the bay.
Tumult of the heart, contradiction in the mind
Causing torment and pain with an ever-present falter;
Reason and logical thought bound as if by a halter:
Innocence borne out of knowledge
Ceased is the ability to solve,
A problem without the logic of college
All that is needed is involved;
One solution is true:
The answer of Love is the glue
meant to shatter,
in truth to matter…
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