Red is the garden
of my passion.
Ruby slippers crush you
beneath my feet
like raspberries,
luscious, lovely, raspberries.
Devotion divides
light from darkness.
Candles glow, even in the wilderness.
I keep thinking I’ve lost you.
My dress flows like wine
into your glass.
We dream,
our future tied by blood
if not by love,
not anymore.
We flee through
the cold and rain,
seeking comfort,
neither of us knowing
what love means, not before this.
The storm awakens me, screaming
for what might have been.
Blood roses.
I cry your name
one last, lonely time.
Then the world moves on.