the red and blue drains away; it's love innit?
there's blue and red running through her veins she's blue and fuming mad at the same time types way too fast on the laptop to succinctly write what she's feeling it's a spillover takes huge strides to the bathroom cries hard and fast sobs grabs the clothes steps in the hot shower oooh warmth like hands and touch that makes the body breathe and tingle swears like a hot-blooded russian sailor swears fuck fuck fuck i'm gonna go out the door everything why fuck why then self-censoring struggles shuts the tap continues fuming she opens the door into the room settles in looks at the bed and the sleeping figure then.

she crawls into the bed beside her for a hug; within the warmth transmitted between the two bodies, the previous blue and red drains away, and there's a sudden awareness and curiosity tingling through the first wanting body. so this is love, and i know it.