Your Scarlet

 

Flickering afternoon in a shaded room
where candles unite with our heat
dancing to the rhythm of one

 

we fluster like
love birds in a familiar courtship
as we follow our shadows. Thoughts

 

tremble in the air with sighs and sobs
of desire while we pretend
this is Heaven.  How you

 

have loved me,
inch by inch of this used body
perhaps never noticing it has been discarded
many times before. I am

 

your scarlet, holding your secrets,
forgetting all the lies.
Desire searches through the sheets,
and quickly returns to
a far off corner finding solitude.

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