Wearing red river ice
he called just once.
Water thinking past thoughts.
Early night saw pretty propriety looking
Light watched, blushed, strained towards
Clean inside, black after one short scratch.
Passionate water picked a rose,
gave it away
and kissed yellow velvet.
His cherry renaissance wore my senses
painted salt bites,
quoted morning wine.
He pierced further than just looking.
I drank reds,
the streets were cherry pale,
I stood in red sunshine.
If I had loved before it was gone.