Red Hair, Dark Heart

Red Hair, Dark Heart

Her hair a riot, fierce and free,

a wildfire turned to thread.

She breathes in smoke,

exhales the stars,

and dreams on ashes’ bed.

Her heart — a velvet lock of night,

where secrets twist and hum.

She loves like thunder loves the sky,

then wonders why you’re numb.

No saint, no sinner, just the flame

that burns what can’t depart

the girl with sparks beneath her skin,

red hair, and a darkened heart.

She moves through rooms like sin,

a storm behind her eyes.

Men crave her warmth,

then drown within

the flood of her disguise.

Each lover leaves a trace of smoke,

a promise turned to coal.

She gathers embers, lights her way

a phoenix made of soul.

And when the dawn forgets her name,

she’ll smile, and start anew

for those with fire in their veins

burn bright, but never through.