loose threads

a future stained my thighs,
made a pool at my feet
i thought i should feel despair
but all i could think to do
all my protesting body wanted
was to dance scarlet foot prints on his floor
leading from the bathroom to the front door 
down the steps into the gravel where my car baked in the hot sun
a dance of ecstasy
to prove my body knows best
what is friend and what is foe 

but instead, i painted the sink a diluted red
some would call it pink
i called it mercy
and never wore either color
again