Blood White

I sat my glass of red wine down upon the thin white carpet, next to his.

He danced his way to the bedroom, leaving me naked and wanting upon the couch.

Little did I know then, that our fates would be decided that night.

There upon the thin white carpet, with red wine, naked and wanting.

Upon the couch,

Then upon the bed.

While the deep red wine,

Cast itself upon the thin white carpet,

Staining it ever so,

Throughout the night. 

Just as my soul had been stained,

With deep, dark passion.

White turned to blood,

There upon the white sheets,

Turned red,

Overnight.

R.L.J.