red lights

 and I was there wrapped in your arms 

as we inhaled all the lingering doubts 

and had them devoured by our very lungs 

until we are stripped off of everything but anticipation

draped with the red lights seeing through our beings. 

your lips, tracing all of me, both the magnificent and wicked 

speaking a language we could never tell out loud 

whispering warmth in the most unholy worship 

until the prayer is over, and they finally touched. 

my hands caressing the core of your humanity 

raking through every strand of hair that entangled 

straightening all the disheveled sheets

until we are tied up into a perfectly crafted braid. 

hands, body, and soul. 

and you were there trapped with my eyes

as we cried a delighted song of praise 

using our bones as an instrument 

and shadows to amplify the carried tune. 

we danced in a rhythmical sense

a gentle tap on the floor, synchronizing aspirations 

and the invisible ballroom in the shape of our woes

rose higher and grew wider until it has changed colors. 

we exhaled fragility that we never showed anyone

yet there was no shame. 

the world is nothing but a background

we are in the middle of falling from grace 

but it felt like living. 

no, I will never forget

how it feels

to be clothed in red

to bleed

with our fears

connected.

we are drenched in passion

and a kind of certainty 

that is only found in that delicate space between us. 

—always tempting to be filled.