my-grave-is-temporary:

Red

You are above me. I am lying on my back and you are loving me, your hair down, your hips somehow moving on the inside, and I think suddenly of a little poem from “Tangled Hair” by Yosano Akiko… her lover is away, down river, and she wakes from a dream of loving him just as you are loving me now, with her hair down, and her body rising and falling on him, he’s pulling on her nipples and she comes herself awake.
She wakes and she’s full of him. She runs down to the river and throws red dye into the water. It’s spring and the river is fast and the dye speeds off in a long, red thread from her hand, rushing to him… reaching for him miles away. Going to him.
I reach up and pinch and pull your nipples and see your face beneath your hair… I say, “We’re dying… we’re dying the river.” And you cover my mouth with your hand… and move on me.