Red is for roses

Rose Red dances in my dreams
Some things are suppose to be what they seem
But she was never more than his toy
A marionette
A sex thing
A simple juicy fling,
But the hunter was never what he seemed
Always something hiding
Behind his calm
Something simmering
Something quite, oddly, wrong,
Winter killed the roses
Guilt killed her tongue,
His kisses in her dreams
Made her heart thrum,
But whispers would follow
Into the dark
As his easy touch
Was too loose and too free
She knew his cinnamon skin
Must taste of cashews and creams
His lips must taste of caramel
His arms must feel like home
But if he never held her
Than how would she ever know?

challenge poem on Creative Realms Multiply
by Veronica Garcia 12-17-08

Very Nice.

one of my favorites of yours

VERY NICE.

Thank you all for your comments on this peice, it is a piece from a challenge. smiles