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 apart-ment,

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.