Rose Wine Declaration

Crimson bliss transfers a scarlet glow
while bodies twine and tangle,
the amber bottle drawn across its watercolor tarp.

A blushing taste,
that wicked, vermilion sin.

The ghoulish glare a Van Gogh starry night,
and sweet, azure songs pressed upon
a marbled, technicolor canvas.

Freckled kisses,
clenched and clasped, smooth electric skin.

Rose wine promises trill and whisper,
infrared flames lick at her lungs
an inferno writhing against his affirmation.

Frail divulgence
and a brush of rare artistry.