I have stained my soul with scarlet colors, thus this work <br />The ballad of merlot and mandolins, the bliss is midnight blue <br />The deep black is but her hungry delight <br />Thus I dye her desires a darker scarlet within the foils of my flesh <br /> <br />As the edge of the moon watched over our swallowing dance <br />Evening had long settled into the wit of the light and slow rain <br />Distinct in the thought of our lust consuming the blackberry wine <br />As the bottle overflowed throughout the frolic of our ecstasy <br /> <br />Her heart is but scarlet colored, her kisses are like tight fisted flowers <br />Her gentle hands in the threshold and the deep suite waters <br />The sharp love that blots my soul somewhat like her devilish shadow <br />Thereafter, my emotions are stained with her sweet scarlet <br /> <br />The bare bedroom in the pulp and the deep black music <br />As I come to bed where she lays sweet and in favor <br />I have stained my soul with her scarlet color, thus this work <br />Evening having settled into the song as the edge of the moon<br /><br />Jason PraTT<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/as-the-edge-of-the-moon/
