Red Tongue Poem by micheal john

Here She dashed in
When the dawn was still young
In rage she called to me
As of one in death trap
Lips moving in....
Ranting, Barking, as of a wounded dog.

I whose heart was heavy
Stepped down into the ocean of foolishness with her
Serving, Smashin, Deuce, As of tennis game
Words disgustfully, wrathful.
As we combat in red eyes.

It past long a while reminisching old score.
I called me to myself for deliberation.
From deep within i still burn,
awaiting for her call of apologies
Cos i was never the man at fault.