a bite of my fajita
and a sip from my glass of red wine.
staring at a bleak television screen
while sitting on a floor of worn carpet
that miles of feet have trekked upon.
a warm wash trails a swallow.
remembering your reluctance coupled with surrender -
of the time when it was dark and you brought your open mouth to mine.
swallowing the fire consuming my cavity.
my face glows hot like the light you devoured
and the fahrenheit of my thighs surges.
swells of adultered lust, hurt, and regret.
my eyes are wells.
betraying sockets, i loathe.
revealing the truth to an empty television,
diluting my thick red wine.

By Sarah Hulin