Red Lips

I kiss your wounds and my lips bleed red. My lips bleed red lips, dirty and weighing heavy from my head. Blood red lips on a messy and foolish nuisanced lover. Blood in our fighting, in our struggling hot city pavement. Red melting and tripping as we walk into a wet heat dripping from our eyes leaking with tears that cannot cry. Lips touching hovering sending another love away, drinking forgetful dialogues to words remained unchanged. My lips bleed red lips while wishing the dusk magic hour glowed into black churches, glowed back into us. Red love lost to an ashen bloodshed.