red night risk

this morning the sky was as blue as my loves eyes
but when he awoke i knew the sky was pale
and when he spoke i knew the wind was a liar
and when he touched me i knew the world was real

he spoke to me of kind love in unfaltering fight
and said the wrought is only possible with heat
not sure of his words i believed in his eyes
the eyes i'd drunk in a hundred times at sunset

he say he had to leave me, to go on to meet workers
i recoiled in my nakedness and bit my strawberry lip
as i watched the door close and his Berluti slip the door
i knew right then my love would simmer but i'd be a chore

i made my days productive by caring for the sick
i walked the rough stone pathways from here to old red stick
when the rains came roughly i had to wear my coat
and sometimes in the dim light i could not clear my throat

too much time passed by the bridge where the young fisher plied
my eye could not stay on the path when desire moaned and cried.
he saw me from day one and he made it clear he would be here
try, oh i tried, but a girl like me needs an afternoon beer

the pandemic got paused by the scientists
so i took a red night risk
the young fisher plied my depths with the skill of the old man
i moaned like da Vinci's lisa - that is to say - with style
 
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