Blushing
by s.m.g.
You put me on the hot spot til my face
turned red,
shamed into being wrong with all the
lights on
still stumbling over how to react so my
face did it,
maybe it's a natural burning from your
turning
the table but there is no anger to it,
or swallowing
of a planet, or bleeding of a
vegetable, when you
made me feel that way or taken by
surprise it
was when I finally knew what place I
was in
and what heat was matched there through
my cheeks.
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