The moonless darkness of such desire,
Of silken petals caught in the briar,
So torn between the luscious and the tip,
Ink flows vermilion in a fatal sip.
Blushing layers of bestial suppression,
Falling into a cultish possession,
And eyes whisper for but a moment more,
But sands fall, a solitary encore.
As the tempest inside leaves all at bay,
In the waters of passions holding sway,
O’er the hearts and hips of those who so fall,
A penance for never heeding the call.
Of sirens’ warning across the rocks,
Anticlimactic as the vessel docks,
And though the flower only briefly bloomed,
Was alluring in how it so perfumed.
Art: ‘Red Desire’ by Scott Petrie