Red.

And I thought of you, girlfriend, I thought of you the other eve.

It's been awhile. 3 in the am, your memory came to me,
passed thru me like a ghost, your lithe sweet body, riding him,
that throaty laugh, cunt you were, and I so close I could feel the jolts as he fucked you. Your eyes closed, mine open in the dark, two cats, one man.

The world telescoped down to this bed, these sounds, gasps and the rain.
How we slapped one another's faces till we both dropped into some mutual space, tangled and tumbled, wound around one another while he looked on.

Kissing. Girl kissing. Girl kissing girl.
How he positioned you for my pleasure, rigged you, arms upwards, your throat and back arched, opening to my crop.

How you laughed and screamed and kicked at me, and how he said to you, don't fight cat that only excites her.

I fed you pulpy orange from my hand, the juice splashed over your chin, you panted, crooned for more.

Sweetness, I thought of you. The fineness that is you. And wished you well.