A Hearth Run Red
pilloried thought of deceit
ears pinned back
a mark of the betrayed
a hearth run red with lies
now white-washed by the spider
working industriously in your web
you weave them out of silk
a softness against my skin
and i,
wanting so to believe,
lose myself
in the prismed
colors of gossamer thread
shining in the light of your eyes
oddly
they reflect back
every color
but the red
which stains me
copyright/all rights reserved Audrey Howitt 2013