There’s something
about white underthings
under other things
a red dress and
black strappy sandals
lips painted red.
There’s something about
white, pure and sacred
something holy
in the pulse
beating red
under milky flesh.
There’s something
in a whispered prayer
a hard swallow
past a tight throat
a trembling hand
touching your hand
your face.
There’s something
about the look
in your hungry eyes
black and dark
an iron wolf’s gaze
white teeth, red tongue.
There’s something
in that fairy tale
a girl in red, walking
in a dark forest
wide eyes, white
seeking wild.
There’s something
holy and sacred
in these trees, on
this hallowed ground
blood and hunger
spilled and sated
— something.
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