Dayamn! Very good!
I felt flush just reading it.
And....
Been there. Done that. Got the broken heart.
Red for Fire
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My mind is full of money
But my pockets just my words
Great couplet! Please pardon a minor suggestion: "my words" to "of words". I will, unintentionally of course, have to "borrow" this couplet next time I have a glass a wine with a friend.
Thank you for your kind words. To recieve such praise from other writers means a lot, and is great for bolstering confidence which I seem to fall short of in just about everything I desire.
Of course I'm very much open to suggestion, and all is appreciated. So thanks IJ, I agree with you that it should be 'of words' and thus shall be altered 
Red for fire
As she sipped her wine
And gently coiled her fingers
Around the warm shapely glass;
A thin breeze mingled the air
To ripple her thick treacle hair
While she poured delicate palms through it
And between all of my stares
She would look up
As if the ceilings were sky and stars
And she were the lone moon
Tonight
I'd believe anything she told me
I chanced to meet with her
Though I was discouraged
For much beauty befell her
And I am not a man of wealth
My mind is full of money
But my pockets just my words
I emptied them on her table
And bought an hour of her time
She coyly sipped her wine and looked
At me as if I were sky and stars