Take me
to that place, dry red
only you and I know of
invisible, to this earthly world
That place where
foregone stars roam freely,
hosting thine perfumed aroma
Spill over my forlorn garment
of silence and solitude
and stain its garden soil
with your luscious kiss
imbued in floral hints, plum
and berry hues
Like paper, crumple my resist
Flick the light to my slow burn
and in my relent to ashes
scatter me, over the oceans
atop crafted ivory notes
and call me back
to the still waters
of my acquired self
in rediscovery, lost
in delectable sonics, lest I go
and not come back
Lest I slit my wrists, take me
to that place again
where you and I only
know the merlot intimacy
of man and song
Make me bold, lessen
the haunt of my secrets
and troubles, be my trumpet
be my trombone, be my cello,
piano, and magnolia
Heaven knows I live best
when I forget, in musicality
In escape!
Encapsulate me, ruby red
Take me again
to the moon and back
as in this abyss
of low jazz, and my darkened room
I wander, aimlessly, into the night
decadent, purple, and all yours
to seduce