She Looks Good In Red

The color

Of a crimson red carnation

Done 

In silk

And lace

Looks good on her.

Looks good against her skin.

Her muscles.

As she smoothes 

Back the covers and sheets

And puts her feet 

On the wooden floor

Looking at me.

Showing me.

That she really doesn’t

Want to go.

Her second look

Shows me there’s 

No other way.

Works involved.

Moments later

I hear the shower start to run.

Whatever magic happened

Is all over now.

Red was last night.