the red shirt

sometimes i sit in this room of wonders
asking was it supposed to be
or You

alone in my silent ways 
it hangs 
with so much to say ......in its color speaks
of you
in your lips stick of glossy red on a romancing night

the lips you lay upon by shoulders
in days of gentleness of charm

my red shirt endure your LOve
in presence 
like my heart felt of your essence
a stain 
still life to my senses remains