Poster Be My Valentine

Crimson silk sighs beneath her, a river of satin catching the candlelight, petals like small, slow confessions scattered across the sheets, a silhouette in black that follows the line of her body, hair loose as dusk, a quiet smile that keeps the moment from demanding reason. A fireplace murmurs low, and shadows move like remembered music, while the bed holds the hush of something waiting to be named.