red hot

pain, you have riddled me

red.

you—a red hot tether that holds this

body together

burning like a cold

wet february dawn.

and i see you in my

warm exhale

what would i be without you but

individual

points

of painlessness?

i want to walk through the fog but

it escapes me—

my being is a piece of music

that aches ivy and blue. and you

are the colour i hold

in my palms and

see when i

close my eyes

you are early morning bliss

a twisted, golden sunrise

that sinks into its own weight

the way that i turn over, over, over

in the night

but, red hot—

i forgive you