against a tropical night.
The hot sultry air
refusing to lift.
Humid and still,
the silence complete
as garnet eyes
reflect the curve
of an onyx sky.
Parched lips,
dyed somber hues of red.
Hot cheeks stained
with blood tinged dew.
Graceful limbs shrouded
in gossamer mists,
Drifting upon the current
of a crimson tide.
The fire within
bleeds away into
molten desire.
As the moon drips
liquid heat
across our shoulders.
Charting erratic courses
down the small of my back.
Every path
leading us to the very edge.
On this darkest
of nights,
as the red moon
rises…
Honorable mention
Silver trophy winner
Gold trophy winner
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