crimson tide (poem by joop bersee/ illustration by cecilia ferreira)

Her crimson tide, her no to my pleading.
Her lips always red and I love you like hell.
My love wine white and pale as a soul.

Would you wear a dress the colour of my demons?
I think you’d ask for a bit of red.
But your forever waves float out of sight.

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