Red heart in black

stockings

I drank my wine
watching you rip the petals from my roses
beckoning me like some hot movie
shaking my head no
laughing

you dropped them in a path
begging me to follow you
barefoot
I poured another
watching Bruce Willis on television
taking off my stockings

I heard you in the doorway
watching quietly
so I did not stop, then
slipping down to the rug
I rolled over
remembering Spring
in the grass

I said
if I am very still
while you drop petals over me
will you tell me again
the story
how you felt that first time
still you remember

the lights went out
our red hearts in darkness
the sound of a match
filled my ears
a candle
casting shadows
as you dropped
to your knees

9 thoughts on “Red heart in black

  1. Loved this write. Loved the image too.

    On a different note. I lost a comment of yours a couple of weeks ago and as hard as I have tried to find it I can’t I know it was on an older post about writing. I don’t want you to think I was ignoring you. Sorry about that.

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