three

to lay with her
is like moonlight and open arms
she is silver and white
he touches her breasts, he tastes
her lips
she is soft and mysterious

he is golden
she loves him as she admires the sun
his strength
is her secret pain
it burns to hold him inside her

I am ebony
and scarlet; my blood is their life
I watch, afraid
to touch them
hating myself for staining them

she needs my darkness
I am pain and relief from pain
he hates me,
raging inside because he knows
I am there

there is love
beyond their fear and pain
as the sun,
he cannot let go; as the moon,
she can never leave...