Still seeped in desire,
I fire at the sound of your name.
Revived juvenile
Thrills excite me , over-rated
Common sense combines
With total infatuation.
No reason or rhyme
Can help me stay sane, you remain
My obsession, timed
To possess me, I hang fated,
And waiting, I resonate.
Your poem and picture are both seeped with the color red of desire. Revived juvenile memories are full of energy and longing. You have drawn me into the beauty of your poem and the picture.