The Battle

The red so vivid, its imprinted on my heart the taste, intoxicating, my drug of choice the battle, lips mashed against eachother for this battle. our lips, elegantly dancing around each other, prize fighters in the ring, looking for the upper hand. your lips graze mine, and i know you felt this one there was no cocking this punch, it was a straight shot. the white of your skin, almost blinds me it dances on you like moonlight on a lake, a softness about you, a touch could be to much i have to make my move, a final stand i've never felt like this, a warm glow spreads through me its comfortable but not, i'm on fire, my snake skin being shed a new beginning, with you, the end of a season, my winter this ancient battle, a waste, a mirage of what could have been.