Ocean waters sway her soul to where the eyes meet in lust.
It breaks on the red sea of the fiery circles.
A different kind of flame worries her: She savors it in mind, and not in her mouth.
Remember when she met the rose of white, and not of red.
Lame face with one lady eye. She writes this letter, and throws it in an unrevealed room.
She does not vision her flamed dreams in hellholes. It makes her wish of people and hope.
This room yearns for choice, open it up, she tosses a smile on the wood floor.
I think she lingers for more. ..
In the warmth of a shell of silence, and boredom she writes an end to escape.
I Know she see’s her breathless ways. She writes without an image, and feels with her red aura.
