Her Ruby Lips
Her lips were ruby.
The twilight played tricks with me
and sent me reeling.
One more day…I swore!
Would that allow enough time
to feel her caress?
To breathe her beauty?
To ask for eternal love?
I felt hope inside.
She turned searching eyes
toward my troubled features.
Could she read my mind?
I gambled a chance
and tugged her within my arms.
"Will you marry me?"
She withdrew from me,
breaking my short reverie.
"Are you serious?
We just met today!
Are you some kind of crazy?
Get away, you creep!"
Her ruby lips spat at me.
Copyright © Linda Alice Fowler | Year Posted 2023
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