Funny how things converge
sometimes;
mystical unions,
curious connections.
The red flowers you brought,
the books I read
(the red parts & bluets*),
your eyes as they catch mine
in the act of blushing;
red cheeks,
my powerful passion for you
spilling onto
soft sheets
convulsed & creased.
Hearts beat,
old wine
beading
on glass,
your scars,
my lips parted;
placed delicately onto you.
The heat,
the blood
firing,
rushing;
nowhere to go,
only desperate to feel
alive.
Your smile,
my dress;
all red.
My soul,
your soul;
entwined in a world we
will never know
*both novels by Maggie Nelson