Erased

Dilute tears, in translucent
Curtains of thin thin red
Caves a pool, of memories,
Moments and a still-born.
“I won’t tell it belonged to you.”

Starry nights, but monochrome
Dreams of nude nude flesh
Guard a bed, with pillows,
Creases and a shameless sin.
“No these fingers don’t point at you.”

Cherry-eyed cakes, melted candles,
And a weary long long day,
Await a smile, less unborn,
More a guilt buried within.
“Be happy. Nothing happened.”