The flush of your neck
Ripening in the cold
Who knew you'd bloom at the edge of winter
Keep yourself in check
Amongst a crackle of red
You look delicious amongst the cinders
The cleft of your neck
That dip on your shoulder
Deep and dark away from the light
You've left me a wreck
A cup full of red
All ready to bite.
Oct 3, 2021
Oct 3, 2021 at 11:33 AM UTC
The flush of your neck
Ripening in the cold
Who knew you'd bloom at the edge of winter
Keep yourself in check
Amongst a crackle of red
You look delicious amongst the cinders
The cleft of your neck
That dip on your shoulder
Deep and dark away from the light
You've left me a wreck
A cup full of red
All ready to bite.