scarlet.

i am not supposed to write a poem about you
for you
by me
for us

no we
but you and i

i am not supposed to put these words onto a concrete canvas
because we
well...
you and me
make love

in secret

i am not allowed to express these things freely
because we love
in bondage
in seclusion
in my refusal to acknowledge the truth in being

number 2
the other woman

so on my back i face nothing but the ceiling
on my knees i turn my back to true feelings
on my side i lay low from my pride
and succumb to you
unmercifully

i have no name
no face
no permanent place
and as your fingerprints are engraved on my fingertips

everything i touch

is now marked with an S.