"close your eyes"
you said.
so i sat there with
my eyes closed.
and as i sat there
on the
floor of your white
bedroom
i felt your gentle
hands hold my face
and guide it
towards yours
so you could
rub the buttery lipstick
on my lips.
i felt it for just a minute
before my mind
turned on.
i wondered
why you told
me to close my
eyes.
was it because you
were looking
at my lips?
i hope the rest
of the makeup on
my face
covered up
my red cheeks.
the romantic
tension hung in
the air like the
set of heavy curtains
on the windows
of your white
bedroom.
the cloth was draping onto
the floor and piling up.
making an
ocean of cloth surrounding
us. but it's
hard to float
in the sea of cloth
and i ended up crawling
out, coughing.
i never
did learn why
you said
"close your eyes".
eventually i
opened my eyes
to your white
bedroom
again. but
this time it
looked different.