Real Is Red - LM

Your scent lingers like sacred song
That sings my name
I’ll wear my lips parted in anticipation of your breath on my soft summer skin
Inhaling every last moment of cherry skies and crimson red wine.

You hold my eyes and raise a toast
Mechanically woven rhythm and rhyme
And I fight to the death in my mind to remember a time
When none of it was real.

When the mere contemplation of us sat neatly on the fence of existence
Waiting to fall and crash into our little universe
Where the sky is crimson and we drink cherry wine.