Carmine

CARMINE

I long for
the tender softness
of your lips
entwined
with mine.

The ravages,
the fire,
the flame,
your carmine
rose petal
coated,
opening instills.

Probing, thrusting
your
soul shattering
tongue
tangled,
tugging
mine.

Oh
the agony,
only mine?

Twixt we two,
me in you,
you in me,
for a moment,
for a day,
forever,
not for us
to say.

But in this
cauldron’s fire
I will linger,
stay,
for now.