Absolution

Lets flush out debris.
The flush in your cheeks embarrasses me.

Bleed into me.
The red in your face is warm and complete.

Don't
you speak.
The pulse in your neck is punishing me.

I barely breathe.
Someday it will stop and someday you will see
my absolution
in pursuing perfection
is swallowed in absolute seas.

Now breathe;
don't leave
until
you must
go home.

Now go be tree's and change as you need.
I'll watch for the auburn leaves,
and your hair my breathy pleas
and I'll give you what you need.