Eyes unveil intrigue while
movement provides more delicious
possibilities.
Discovered. A
body writhes in regret. An
abandoned spirit gasping,
creating uncanny realities
in the mind’s eye.
Bent to the point of breaking, yet
striving for a stronger heart,
warranting delectation.
The inhalation of remarkable perfumes,
a keen nose sensing change and
sniffing ingenuity from
forgotten breezes,
long since passed.
Wake up and set skin over bone-
insulating the magmatic blood within.
Hardened to withstand vehement poisons,
equipped to tackle hazardous mountains,
and then
promenade over them-
like molehills.
Some call it red 
Wow interesting words dramatic imagery well done red riding hood.
Your best to date.
smelling
newborn flowers
~
gently
swaying
The imagery is potent. Wonderful writing;)
you’ve got great imagination…keep up the good work
love & peace
I think these are beautiful lines: “. . . a keen nose sensing change and sniffing ingenuity from forgotten breezes, long since passed.” —–Chagall