Green. moving. up.
My heart rate is
up. He laughs, I smile.
Gifts. Nothing’s like
two sweaty fronts as
he eases it up, in. Deep
in. Go.
A night in-films, teasing touches.
I laugh, he smiles.
Yellow. Yellow gleam from
melting candles. Steam
from rubbing, yanking, twisting.
I scream I love you- like
red love you.
Red.
It is morning. He is leaving.
Says he’ll call me tomorrow.
He calls me everyday.
Tomorrow was three days ago.
My doorbell rings. I open it.
A note that says goodbye.
It must have been the candles.