Red on your Lips

Like the interior curve of a rose petal,
The glisten on the fresh-slaked jackal,
Soft summer rays, the first blush of dusk,
The colors of flags beating new shores bloody,
Bombs exploding underfield, shaping
Plowshares into shrapnel, the flame
Breaking wild steel into shape,
The lusty lights downtown,
The stained glass halo, the
Fleeting brushstroke,

All profanities, blessings,
Creation, destruction,
Lips, eyes, thoughts,
Life, death, the shadows in-between,
The light outside,
And you.

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