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The night sky

what a thing.

You're asleep.

and I can just picture

the beauty that lies on your bed.

how lucky the sheets are

that hold you,

and if they knew anything.

they'd hold you tight.

I made the mistake of letting you go.

so I lie in my bed, glaring at the sheets of my own.

They glow red, even in the darkness.

because that's the color I chose.

I chose red sheets, because they match my red walls.

Because I love the color red.

And in my own fascination of 

things pretty and bold.

I lie still, hating my hands for ever letting go of yours.

I realize that my obsession for things red, and gorgeous 

is none other than my love for heat.

I realize I am in love with things that will burn me.

I grow tired of my usual,

so I try something new and head for the door.

I reach for the handle, and my skin feels cool.

and after barrels and barrels

of sweat drips from my red hot room

my forehead quickly returns to skin, 

and I fall in love with the cloudy night sky.

I have the urge to dance in the rain

but I have forgotten my rain dance, 

so I sit in the most naked area I can find.

I fall in love with the exposure of wind,

and the sexy night sounds.

and my ridiculous obsession is cured.

For once, I find blue beautiful.

I start touching nothing, 

just lifting my hands into the air.

and for once, I enjoy nothing but beauty.

and for once, something beautiful does not burn me.