Dear Lover, by Lori Jenessa Nelson - HTML preview

Dear Lover,

you wore red
cherry red
like sex pierced
in a proper bed

denim slim
that fit fine
the clean lines
of lean thighs

you leaned in
to make a whisper
something sacred
something secret

in my ear
dying swan
my holy name
your last song

cherry red
denim torn
holding close
the smell of warm

sex pierced
a proper bed
fresh leather
cherry red