Red: Holly Compton

She wears sex like a long coat with the collar turned up.  The sent of lovers lapped on her skin musky and warm.  She takes face to wrist again and again always tasting them deeper in.  The exertion of love affairs soaked sweet and salty with pours into pores.  Now the perfume is dry that marks her as his but the melody is still thick in the air.  The deepest drum pounded hard into another man's sheets and stung light across this man's lips.  He wears her name on his tongue while she walks away.