Roses and Cigarettes

Crimson

A drop of black ink
Against a clear surface
Dances around and swirls
And goes in different ways
Pillars of darkness sink
Shadows of bare and grimace
Masks of people faze
Handcuffs are the link
They're much looser than you think
For they are not around your hands
They are buried in your sands
Against your skin they form a haze
Makes it hard to catch your gaze
Makes it harder just to blink
But then it's no longer about sight
For vision goes beyond the eyes
And I get a taste of you
While all your demons in disguise
The heat of a moment
Our hearts ablaze
I sense your haste for what you can't have
It radiates in your glowing scent
With all the veins that you have bent
They bleed droplets of crimson red
And mix with black inside your head