Red Lips

There was a time–for which no hope was demise

Habitual ways were far from forlorn

The sun came up–and down it went

With sweetness of crimson cranes

The color dripped lips–they kissed a soul

Two mingled in space, of unspoken lows

No flesh so radiant of sun and light

The heart of a lion

The strength, possession, much unrealized

One of soft skin–to awaken the solider

Each one to their own–still to be discovered

Let fingertips touch fingertips

Let warmth flow through them

Let worries and cares–blow out the window

Down with the wind

Through forest and wisterias

Let all that does not last–pass

Let light prevail–where only dark has been known