Red Ink
A pool of red ink with a bitter scent.
Youthful laughter through a pert lilac field.
Those lowdown branches of soulful lament
snatch at his boyhood, rent his beaming clothes.
“O red rain! Reduce us to embryos!”
There two mothers gives birth - a Summer’s yield.
Not now, where Johnny bleeds and lilacs ferment.
Ink blots of crimson red — foreplay for bones.
Her smile indelible...her veil of wine.
A photo crushed — her innocence he owns.
As she drinks the chalice, dear Johnny falls.
A lilac bouquet with black ribbon squalls.
Tortured by pelting rain — her touch divine.
Red ink releases her erotic zones.
8/9/2018
2nd place/multiple placements
Rhyme Time 6 - Verses of Metaphors Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Laura Loo
*Red ink referencing the infamous “Dear John” letter.
Copyright © Kim Rodrigues | Year Posted 2018
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