The rose wilted the night before you returned
from the depths of the ocean
unlike any other sailor I have ever known.
Flashback to those awkward dates earlier,
to that one moment in time
when time stood still
when you walked in and sat next to me.
And flashback to when I lost control
and called you a coward, a liar,
to when I asked you to go searching
in every damsel's bed
for something higher, a fire
that you'd only find in me.
Did you see traffic lights
each time I toyed with your mind?
Did you see stop signs
when you realised that
I'm red that burns bright?
Darling, I spared your life
every evening;
barely touched evil
like each last time.
I'm the kind
who'd have you on your knees
until you begged me for mercy
a million times.
What if I told you
each night
I lost myself in a different high,
left you in the decency
to stay unaware of my undressed sighs,
with wine and their hands on my bikini lines,
for us to share a sweet kiss
before I'd bid you goodbye.
But I'll tell you one secret:
I only saw you,
only had your vision in sight
each time all of them
unlaced my whites
and took me to bed
in the dim of twilight.
It was only you.
