Red Means I Love You

By Juno Felecia M

She seems to twirl

And my eyes seamlessly follow her.

She was humming a tune

Her voice fluttered like the wings of a hummingbird,

Sweet as unfiltered cane.

My heart lurched and I believe

It was destiny,

The universe has brought us together

And fate wove the moment for us to fall

Serendipity:

I believe it was love at first sight.

Oh! What a wonderful feeling.

That was all I could think when I saw him.

My breathing fluttered

As I became aware of his eyes on me

Serendipity:

We were destined to meet.

She smiled,

Shy and slow.

Through her lashes, her eyes beaconed me toward her.

I had no control

My legs seemed to float towards her

There was no way fairytales were false

For in front of me was the reason for us to believe in gods.

He seemed enchanted

Mystified.

I wanted so much more.

Oh! So more.

I whispered to him if he wanted to be away

From the prying eyes and unsubtle gaze

He followed me through the corridor

To my room

I have no words

Oh heavens!

I can hear the angels sing.

She smiled and locked the door,

My heart lurched

And I wondered,

Why this ethereal being graced me with mercy

And picked me.

Why me?

He seemed fazed.

And slowly wondered:

Why him.

He questioned me in awe

And I told him softly

“It is what is inside that counts.”

She believed in the unsullied beauty

She said my eyes radiated my unmarred soul

That she sees

How untainted and pure I was.

And she could not help

But bestow me with her adoration.

She turned around humming;

An unknown tune.

A line I admire the most

One that has always made me seek a companion

Was the lyric of my most beloved song.

And seeing this naive soul

I could not help

But hum it in glee

As I turned around to pull the blinds down

And lock the door.

She seems to be moving methodically

Her movements were precise and certain

I could not help

But see how graceful her entire being was

How wonderful her curves moved

I was a mortal that had been graced with Eden.

I can feel him watch me

And I know the moment,

When he looks down

To fathom his luck

Probably;

And that is when I strike

A precise cut to his throat

And his blood sings onto my flesh

Covering me,

Adoring me

He softly thuds onto the floor.

And I slowly sing

As I see the lights die in his eyes

“It is what is inside that counts.”

By Juno Felecia M