BDSM is Love

I wrote another poem just now. If you are wondering where my inspiration comes from, Allpoetry.com has contests, nothing big, you win points and trophies for you poet page on the site, but I have fun with them. This one is titled, “Brick Red View” I hope you like it. The contest rules were to write a poem about the color Brick Red.

Brick Red View
© lunaEtoile

Red, like muddy passion;
Day old desires
and reused heartbeats.

Brick walled memories;
Tarnished beliefs
and congealed defeats.

Smoothered crushes
with lost kisses
and burnt red blushes.

Red-knuckled anger
like bricked fury;
halted irrationality.

Brick red thoughts,
Those marred suicides;
haunting innocence–lost.

Bloodmarks, birthscars,
everyday annoyances
Generating uniqueness.

Sentimentality aged
Like deja vu nostalgia;
relived fairy tales.

Painful happiness
where love and lost
blend prickled daydreams.

All brick red
With the signs of age;
churned firelight.

–luna