WELL RED

I picked up a book

& I read from the cover -

I closed my dry eyes

& imagined a lover -

I closed my cold heart

& my lust was increased -

But then I remembered

that he was deceased -

And nothing could ever

bring his touch again -

Nothing could bring back

my childhood friend -

Not even by bloodshed

could pain reunite us -

Even in daylight

that pain is inside us -

But who am I speaking of?

There now is no we...

There now is no us

as there used to be -

For I am alone

& I am not bleeding -

My blood is my own

& is not interceding -

It will not release me

though in orgasm maybe -

It could rush through me...

It could subdue me...

My lust could undo me

& allow me to go free.