Decadent Red

The world is clothed

in a decadent red

the things once loathed

and the things left unsaid

your lips go mauve

as they whisper in bed

don’t know what drove

the sex into my head

and then you drive

to try and get away

barely survive

the crash and the decay

why did I dive

compromise and parlay

honey in hive

as the sweet bees foray

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