I placed a velvet pillow on my lap
For some obscure contingency at best
In case she stretched, preparing for a nap
Or simply wanted some new place to rest
As red as blood the pillow rose and fell
With every breath I chose to breathe in time
More red than blood and warm as deepest hell
More soft than poetry that doesn’t rhyme
Imagine if you will her flowing hair
Obscuring every inch of softest red
Pretend she’s like a lion in a lair
I move to place my hand upon her head
Enough! I’ll spend another night alone
With every memory of her I’ve known