Scarlet Words

 

Lying quietly on a soft and warm robe of velveteen,

envisioning notions of a wandering affair,

while letting naked emotions subtly be seen.

Brilliant, but repressed, anxious to let down pulled back hair,

and slip out of too comfortable boots and faded jeans.

Me, I’m just sitting by the pool

watching lily white transform into a healthy shade of red.

I know the truth but it’s hidden behind the angst of a fool

loitering somewhere in my unforgiving tormented head.

Words call out amongst a smoke and mirror parade,

of countless fantasies left unfulfilled wanting to be said.

Not to squeeze the anguish as passion only dares,

but to release the disappointments of old ruby crowns and sparkled hair.

Open doorways expose life’s pointed curves,

as scarlet words suggest a point well served.

Be forewarned though, unprotected hearts become easily tempted

by visions of a necklace of enraptured nerve.

Go, rest your fiery eyes on a chair of passion red,

be gentle, and let your mind and spirit roam.

Bare your soul and know that without true love

it's sometimes cold and frightening to be alone.

But, if dreams are a place where you haven't slept,

and you desire to kiss the sunrise as night turns into dawn,

then I suggest as life and love await your bare hearts breast,

take the key that has been left, stoke the fire, feed the soul,

and read these words each night before you rest.

 

Much Love and Peace

 

 

Robert
2015