What other cupidity could be ordained
by the winged lovers themselves?
And by what token is any other red
an unadulterated hue of humbled hunger?
Ever-harmful by definition of its gentler nature,
and susceptible to taint by virtue of lust,
no other beacon bright doth call forth the blackest undertone of pristine wings

Ablaze stands its core,
singed ebony its weakest of creases
no second leaf of punctuated stationary welcomes the shining little pools

No illicit sins thrive in the unauthorized acts of two blushing souls
as they do in the pit of one

No other scarlet embers are invited to scorch a yuletide floor