when you contacted me
out of the
blue
so long after
our last contact
had left me feeling
blue
i felt the tingling
of suspicion
creep across
my soul
to trail freezing
blue
fingers down
my spine

our last talk
had made me see
red
my face was flushed
with anger
all i could see was
red
as you pushed
every button
you had screwed
into me
with little droplets of
red
that ran
down my back

the blue and red
swirled into the
purple
of a bruise
that faded away
over time
now you come back
to launch
soft attacks
to feel your way around
to inevitably
ask for something
i am not willing
nor able
to give