Redhead Poem by Katerina Val

Dear lord, I thought red fire grew only from the hands of the cold
alone and poor
between hands that lost their soul
but they rubbed my thoughts
She entered my soul
She escaped the world
She came through my doors
Though she's unimportant, I know

She's got the eyes
She's got the gaze
I know
There's something I adore
On the way her hair are red
And her figure is perfection
When she walks through the door
Perfection hidden in one drop, I'm dead
She is perfect
lord, I know, I'm insane, I need to cry
but I crave for her
I need her to be mine

She's go t the eye
The look I need
To be alright
The firm touch, the way she would easily say goodbuy
And I'd accept
We'd both accept
And no time to cry
I lust for what I can see in her face
Like I can penetrate to a new-though expected-place
It's not mine
But I still crave, I won't cry
I die for what I can't see in her eyes
I need her fix cold gaze
The way she would(could) impose silence
As she knew it's the only thing that would make me stay.