Scarlet - Poem by Jeremiah Prince
Intense heat As she breathes on my face. My face starts to sweat. My heart starts to race.
A bitter-sweet apple, A scarlet white rose. Memories return. My eyes begin to close
A meal is prepared On the table before me. My mind says to eat, Yet it urges to flee.
Closer in. The fire’s ablaze. I just can’t escape Her blood red gaze.
A fury of motion, Massaging our skin. The instinct is here; The killer within.
Bright red lips, Blood red eyes. Eyes that’ll trap you Even when she cries.
Drink up The Water, Pour It on your head. Finish your day. Crawl into the bed.
The candles are lit; A vermillion love. Hard as an eagle, Soft as a dove.
Secrets and lies Tattooed on my skin. Horrible, wonderful Even still it’s a sin.
Cries of the demons, Serenades of sorrow, All that now is Will change on the morrow.
A mythical glow, A saffron hue. When we end our love I don’t know what to do.
Call her a witch A wench or a harlot. None can compare To my beautiful Scarlet.
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