Crimson Skyline

Neon drips off your leather like a storm on chrome,

Low tide heartbeat under city stone.

You said my name like a spark in a gaslight room,

I tasted danger, smiled, said “make me bloom.”

Highway’s humming like a feral bass,

Your shadow rides the curve of my face.

Helmet on, I trade my breath for speed—

Tonight, I’ll be the wound that wants to bleed.

You pull the night tight, velvet to the throat,

Rules in your pocket, written like a note.

I nod once—yes—where the red lights swim,

I want the fall, but I want it trimmed.

Take me past the crimson skyline,

Where the city keeps its secrets caged.

Write me into thunder headlines,

Turn the page and don’t behave.

Tie my hunger to your rhythm,

Let the bassline mark my skin—

Say the word and I will listen,

Say my name and pull me in.

Barroom ghosts in the rearview glaze,

Your engine—prayer and razorblades.

Your hands speak louder than the stereo,

Counting beats I’m learning how to bow slow.

I’m not broken—I’m the lock that fits,

Silver whispers coil at my wrists.

I’m choosing every step we take,

Yes is a temple that we make.

Breathe me steady, test the chain of trust,

I want the power pressed to dust.

Map the vows along my spine,

Stop when I speak—start at my sign.

Take me past the crimson skyline,

Where the city keeps its secrets caged.

Write me into thunder headlines,

Turn the page and don’t behave.

Tie my hunger to your rhythm,

Let the bassline mark my skin—

Say the word and I will listen,

Say my name and pull me in.

Green light, red light—eyes closed, still—

I move when your quiet says “will.”

On your signal, I turn to flame,

Mouth of the night shapes out your name.

We’re two sharp notes on one black string,

Pull me taut till I can sing.

If I tremble, hold that line—

Control is ours, by design.

(Whisper) “Ruby.”

(Whisper) “Here.”

(Whisper) “Mine?”

(Whisper) “Clear.”

Take me past the crimson skyline,

Where the city keeps its secrets caged.

Etch our vows on midnight iron,

Turn the key—I’m unafraid.

Tie my hunger to your rhythm,

Let the bassline sign my skin—

Say the word and I will listen—

Say my name and pull me in.

Under neon, I choose the chain—

I choose the night. I choose your name.