red

looking at me,
with eyes dreamy,
yet steady
and focused:
am I the locus,
as you perch
ontheedgeofthebed;
is it me that before all else
you would rather have
instead?
indeed,
even in need,
I cannot steal
what he threw away:
I am thoughtless
and empty,
blameless,
as white gives way to
red.



February 1, 2010, for the Wifey.

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