Different day,same red

Backdrop of a deep crimson
fiery red’s past,
the craving mellowed down,
death creeping up,
working its slow course

Heavy-lidded eyes and she vows to tell
no other tale,
not another word
that her eyes don’t offer


“Do we…?”

Her eyes fixated
on that day,
sun sinking beyond valleys,
and them  two,
never-time, never-land

Strong, crisp winds
the chill pierces through ,
Intoxicated, she edges closer
The window,
it holds a promise

Her slender fingers ,
over the red satin,
among the heavy curtains
a wide enough slit,
But hope still can’t sneak in

Withdrawing herself,
never lowering her gaze,
no tinge of disappointment,
steadies herself,
elegance, writing every step

“Send him in”,she says
without the slightest quiver.
Turns her back,
drifting into blankness,
red, yet again

Hate-love-lust,
slivers of her being
She swivels down the same path,
deliberating whether to,
make him look,
as she concedes defeat,
ending up, where she is.
And inside her,
long breeds a longing,
that aches her body, much
and heart worse,
an urge,improbable ; for her to be saved,
and saved by him alone.

The door shuts.
A man has entered,
The black silks,
drop, over her shoulders.

And with a cursory
movement, where her fingers,
meet the edge of her dewy-eye,
she turns,
her heart carrying an unspoken wish,
the wish- that it be him.