Crimson

Wrapped in damp shades of grey,
the contours of this day
shift and move.

A blending of shape,
without edges or hue.

Behind these eyelids,
the enfusing warmth
of an imagined shoulder
beneath my cheek
is a drop of
saturated color.

Crimson,
expanding slowly
onto moistened paper -

It blossoms;
It spreads;
It becomes.