Sienna

Never intended for his recreation
or misguided illicitations
she was an overdose away
from lifelong variations.
 Lips....
 crimson bathed.
 Feelings  uninspired.
 Sudden  shadowy-fired
infatuations

He still remembers
when she rushed about.
Without any hands in the pyre.
Situations handled,
maladjustments transpired.
Hangin onto living,
but oh so tired.

Racked up
hogtied to a whim
lessons learned with wine soaked skin.
All the while,

She knew it was always only for him.