Hug you, adore you

Adore youhug you; nothing more, nothing lessfeel me feel youwarmth and doubtlove and losswounds and healinghurt and feelings In a dream I hadhug youadore you

Red

When the song looms on a repeat tune; the kind that gently hops around the parameter of your heart, so does the aura of him. Red; the color of the show. The essence of time. The feelings at hand.Raw, the smell of meat. His flesh underneath. His open words… wounds.He’s on the highest shelf, never