The goblet lays on its side,
red wine creating a crimson tide
that stains the carpet beneath the rim
of the glass. The lights, left dim,
allow candles the perfect chance
to make their flickering flames dance
across the shadowy perimeter.
Rose petals were crushed in the zeal
of moments before, the lingering feel
from warm hands leaves imprints of lust
on sheets tossed carelessly aside. A gust
of breath escapes them, and side by side
they lie, interlocked by emotion’s tide -
the world unnoticing their departure.

04/21/2012

Posted on 04/22/2012
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