red pen

ah, red pen
how beautifully you mark my unedited manuscript,
how wonderfully you circle every mistake,
how beautiful it is when i twist my fingers around you,
our unity expressed only by our discourse,
my words and yours colliding,
your perfect voice heard above the nasty screech of mine,
your love scribbled in underlines and cross-throughs,
i read through the lines and see you’ve made hearts,
my heart is set on you too, red pen,
you set all things right,
what is black and white and red all over?
one of my first drafts