Crimson love

the glitter on my face
from a drunken day of dancing
glimmers in trust
as I welcome him in
to my sacred home
where others only made lust
look above my loving bed
and you’ll find littered clues of me
the tales of my mystic mind:
books, unfinished poems,
crawling ivy, fallen leaves,
day-old tea of some kind
and a light that turns from jade
to sapphire and ruby red
inside my belly ruby glows too
not even the crimson tide
can part the sea of us
for I am a woman
now more than ever
and he wants me
now more than ever
stargazing he groans
into the maroon towel
that declares itself a sheet
under my naked bones
damp with his sweat,
my blood
and the pink milk of our love
his aquamarine gaze
wraps around me like a satin glove
I am a river and he is the waves
into each other we crash and flow
for he knows when I’m bleeding
to take me slow
one body and two breathless heartbeats
tangled beneath the sheets
he pours himself into me
and a bloody question sneaks
is that love swimming
in my soft tummy?

Words by Zoe Kassiotis

This piece was originally published in Edition 31.

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