auburn

a shade not exactly
the crimson he wanted to see

the color of passion she
unwillingly let drip through
well-guarded heart faucet

yes, the hue he takes to sleep
as he commits waves of her hair
and scent of her skin
to memory

~~~

written for April A to Z Challenge. my theme: “senses”.

(c) annie scribes 2017
all rights reserved

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