Red

Red;
Is that he supposed to be called
The color of her heart stroked broken like a shattered cold glass
The color of substance emerged from within

Red;
Made her feel like being wanted as a woman
He came just in time
Before the wound started to gape again

Red;
She wondered will he ever want to
Peel her secrets layer-by-layer
Then wrapped her bare skin with a shelter of a new blanket
She wondered what will he feel, once he knew
The lips which had found her first did not belong to a stranger

Red;
Whom she can only wonder her hope, quiet
Without any expectation