August MacGregor

Celebrating Sensuality. Intended for mature audiences, 18 and over

Crimson Black Leaf


autumn leaves, by [puamelia] (Flickr, Creative Commons)

[puamelia] (Flickr, Creative Commons)

The crimson black leaf upon the ground
Catches my eyes and I pick it up for a closer look
Which pulls me even closer
As I fall into the leaf’s color and veins

Transporting me to a room
In an exotic place, perhaps Marrakesh
Even though I’ve never been there in real life
But something about the feel of it and smell of spices
Matches what I imagine of the place
The room lit by three candles
Behind a red swirling tapestry
Emanating a crimson glow

Making me think she and I
Are inside a lantern hooked behind
The spoke-handled wheel
Of an old, tall ship
Swaying about in an angry sea
We’re holding each other tight
As we look out the lantern’s glass
With frightened awe
At the lines of rain
And waves like clutching hands

Or perhaps we’re inside a heart
Not hers, nor mine
But both of ours together
The crimson beating heart
Our bodies make when pressed together
Sometimes beating with the
Fury of a ravaging storm
Sometimes with the calmness
Of a leaf departing a high branch
And floating slowly, softly down
Into the awaiting hand
Of someone in love with the worlds
Both real and imagined.


The photo above is not mine, but from [puamelia] at Flickr, and it is used under the Creative Commons non-commercial license.


Author: augustmacgregor

I'm a writer of erotica and romantic fiction.

2 thoughts on “Crimson Black Leaf

  1. Wow. Is this the first poem of yours that I’ve read? Wonderful… I found so much peace inside this.


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