Her kiss tastes like summer berries,
wild and bright on a midnight tongue,
a spark of cinnamon laughter
where old sad songs come undone.
My red-haired beauty—
all copper flame and velvet heat—
leaves traces of honey and storm clouds
in every breath we meet.
And when she smiles against me,
the whole world turns sweetly slow,
like autumn wine beneath candlelight,
like embers learning how to glow.