~

i told you who i am

not who i was

i think you know

it doesn't bother you

your red lipstick tells me so

it's a dead give-away

you will feel my hands

around your waist

lucky hands, lucky waist

~

you could have choosen any color

you chose red

not cherries in the snow or fire and ice

not bruised plum or nourishing nude

you could have chosen 999

pink noveau or show orchid

even bubble gum or black honey

or if the mood were dark–schiap or rouge noir

but no, you chose none of those

you chose red

~

i've blurred the lines

there is no going back

what i see and how i'm seen

cannot be undone

i wouldn't want it to be

you know all this

there will never be an i didn't know

~