Crimson

Like two ripened fruits, ready to be picked
Forcing you to focus, trying to engrave each of their cracks into the folds of your thought
Yet no matter how long, the time given is never enough
It is as though you've been wandering, in a desert of flame for decades
Till the fates lead you to a prospering oasis
So you sip from its water as much as you sip .. getting as drunk on its sweetness as you much as you get
Yet your insides continue yearning for more

- Faris