Rouged Soul

In the candlelit hush,

a elegant crystal stem in my grasp

its burgundy depths a velvet confessional,

swirling like silk unraveled in moonlight.

Let the wine rouge my lips, and speak my soul,

its sumptuous tide cresting against my mouth,

a decadent whisper of the evening yet to come.

It pierces with a kiss,

delectable, deliberate,

seeping through me like a secret

slipped beneath the pulse of music and laughter.

Each sip, an unpinned promise.

Each swallow, a slow unfastening

of silken boundaries between desire and fate.

In this moment,

I am the noire’s captive

and the night’s chosen muse,

poised on the edge of a story

too intoxicating to refuse.

Sincerely, Krystle Kelley