Words form in the dark
Her face
A white smudge
Her lips
A red promise
I'm drawn
Though crimson rains down
drops trembling at the ends of her hair
dripping down her curved shoulders as
she pulls the ribbon free and shivers in the moonlight
A hushed smile tempts her mouth
as her eyes flick up to capture mine
The stained ribbon twisted through her fingers
she beckons me closer.
Leaning in so her head rests just below my chin
Hair as dark as the crows feathers
Tickles my lips.
I laugh.
She blindfolds my eyes
paints my mouth
then between a count of twelve
she is gone.