Stained

With you, it was easy
to get carried away. Let you wrap your words

around me, felt them tug

at my fingertips, the straps
of my bra, pulled my lips

closer to yours.

You talked me through it, step by step

instructions to kiss

here, touch there, wraped

my body around yours, legs

and arms, showed me

how it was the perfect fit.

Awkward, clumsy, struggled

with the zipper on your jeans but you just

kissed the down turned corners

of my lips, whispered
everything would be okay.

We seemed disproportioned

in the darkness, worry

that spilled off the bed, cluttered the floor, lost

amongst strewn socks, shorts, abandoned

underwear.

You said knew what you were doing

and I believed you, watched in amazement

afterwards as you plunged

your sheets into cold water, deftly removed

stains of red.