Brilliant thoughts in few lines. I loved it deeply.
A strange question is roaming my mind. Why do we always imagine the male has the cold tiger ice whereas the female's freedom is the one always controlled in his hands?
Sometimes the female shows her angry burning and boiling CAT eyes and her red-painted fingers as cat claws while she's showing as defendng herself but the reality says she's never defeted.

Why do you
always love me wearing shades
of ruby red pain?

^ This is flawless! I just like the sound of 'ruby' .. lol ... and the series , ha!

Awesome piece, my friend

EEEEEK.
I'm squealing because I love this so much. I have tried writing my own poem using gems before and it turned out corny and lame... yours... oh dear God, it's beautiful.

Champagne topax skin, ruby red pain, amber skies.... oh, and I definitely love the "You strangle me with my own pearls"--- only the wonderful Meme could come up with these beautiful words. <3