Spilled Ink

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A forlorn winter
where snowflakes flutter with
stealth, robbing the gowns of
unsuspecting evergreens-

in such an ashen world, she is different
vivacious beauty, she reigns the attention
of the most stubborn of seas-

those eyes captured summer, as if
sundrenched evenings had dripped into
innocent sockets, refusing to leave-

her ivory cheeks consent to the grace
of water’s skin
they seep through delicate palms, whilst
porcelain lips mould into an effortless smile-

honeyed embraces loiter on grieving collarbones
reminiscent of the sweet nectar that lingers on
his tongue
she is evocative of all his imperfections, yet she
continues to tickle his thorns-

sinful desires dwell in uncompromising hearts
this red girl was once somebody else, a girl
he used to know-

she surpassed his memory, he forgot how much
he enjoyed to watch her, but that final smirk told
him everything he laid at night wondering-

she still remembered him.