Aposematic
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Those ruby red lips
And the kiss they abide
Aposematic warning
Of the death that they hide
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There upon their fruit
A feast for the ravenous
Little did I know
They were so poisonous
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They the siren’s call
Succulent and sweet
That drew the hungry in
Desperate for their treat
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Painted in crimson
The camouflaged art
The venomed light dew
That stopped my heart
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Now as I lay dying, I wonder
How could I so easily miss
The danger found in your love
The death in ruby red lips
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commonsensiblyspeaking 
Loving is always a dangerous risk, after all!
Too very true…Love you sis!
Ah, the siren song is strong
Poor Odysseus…
Splendid my friend! And so true, sometimes warning signs are taken to be something else more inviting…
FBC.
Thank you my friend! I quite agree…
My pleasure Brad!
This is richly written Brad. I have this vision in my mind already playing out. Love is something I think we all want – but I think those that are with one whose love they no longer feel are the loneliness.
“They the siren’s call
Succulent and sweet
That drew the hungry in
Desperate for their treat”
These lines, well I suppose we have all been there at least once perhaps the answer is not to have a taste for treats but than what fun would that be.
Sending you lots of love (no venom will ensue) warm hugs and blessings.
❤️🤗Joni
Thank you Jonikins!
My pleasure. Your poetry has been so romantic lately could there be a lucky woman in the wings? Stay tuned. Love ❤️ Joni
No, I am still very available. Probably just spring in the air….
Well that will be a lucky lady indeed Brad. Here is to finding that love. ❤️🤗💕🌹🌹
Thanks Jonikins!
❤️🤗🧚🏻
How beautiful Brad. Write like this every day and immerse my soul in beauty ❤️
You humble me my friend! Thank you! xoxo
De nada 😊❤️
you got me with Aposematic; you knew I would have to look it up. What a great word, and it fits in perfectly with your poem. Did you come across the word and want to build a poem around it, or did the word just fit into the poem you were writing? Another wonderful piece of prose…
I found the word and guessed you may be unfamiliar with it, so I wrote a poem around the word just so you would have something to look up….thanks for all your support Jim! You are a constant inspiration.
that is quite the skill you have to build a poem around one word!
Thanks Jim!
The flip side of love is brutal.
Well said, Pete. Thanks for all your support!