Crimson Whispers

Crimson pulse beneath the skin, Whispers in moonlight, secrets within. Brushfire crackles, fingers yearn, Hungry canvas, shadows burn. Ink bleeds, a siren's song, Cracked clay whispers, where longing prolongs. Chiseled stone, a lover's sigh, In every curve, a tearful cry. Moonlight sculpts, a lover's touch, Clay whispers secrets, yearns for so much. Every note, a heart laid bare, Symphony on canvas, a silent prayer. No words, just echoes in the night, Burning brushstrokes, bathed in light. Hidden yearning, a whispered plea, In every form, an aching symphony.