red and black

remove the threads that bind your soul
tie them taut to my instrument
and i shall strum your heartstrings on my silver lute
while you collect red wine that spills forth from
your narrow chest into a crystal decanter

dance, my lady, dance
swim with your satin tide across the room
and when my fingers are stained crimson
i’d drag them across your ebony brows
for red and black go together.

a/n: I was picking on my little scab.