Ruby Rose

Ruby Rose
Of redemption striking vulnerable
Burbles closer to death than
Carnivorous flowers in the rose garden.
Ruby Rose
Of nostalgia creeping
Beneath pillows on the
Bed with thorns.
Ruby Rose
With big eyes like the Night
Kissing Day breaks on the lips,
Tight breasts within the familiar red
Of the torn blouse
Peeking from over
The taupe waist.
Ruby Rose
And the silver nose ring tinkling
With every nod;
The colour of her lips stuck
All over my crumbs.
Ruby Rose
Tearing me apart
In her apartment,
Stroking,
Screeching,
Heaving,
Her hair all over her
Husband's bedsheet.
Ruby Rose,
Her loins standing naked-
Legs spread out,
Her nails digging deeper
Scattering like marshmallows
In hot chocolate.
Ruby Rose
Telling tongue tales,
Flesh for flesh;
Her bodice pressing hard
Under the round of my back,
Like the air and the dust
Filling my nostrils,
Soaking me in.
Ruby Rose
Of flaming womanhood
Lining her brown nipples;
Putting on,
Bit by bit-
The strap of her bra,
The button of her
Faded blouse,
Pleating her Saree,
Tucking it in,
Caressing the marks
Below the hollow of her neck.

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