I’ll never fail to remember
The shade of red
I turned
When you sat next to me
On that out of order bench
Whilst I read that tasteless piece of writing
I can still see
The shade of red
Your lips were
After I kissed you
That first time
You started off shy
Not knowing exactly
What I sought to hear
Contrary to the lightning
illuminating the gloomy sky
You heard me
Before you tasted me, with your eyes
5: 17, one odd morning
we parted
I try not to keep in mind
Of the tears that escaped the clasp of my eyes
For
In that light
I could have sworn
Everything
Was a
a shade of red
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A lovely, sensuous glimpse of a chance encounter. Your work shows a thoughtfulness that I hope you will continue to develop as you write!