Bleached

When she smiled
like that
she let just a little
bit of light
shine through what
might well
have been another
dark day ..
My father called her
Harpic
because he said she
was clean
round the bloody
bend ..
Her house smelled
of old
disinfectant and she
told me
that she was sterile ..
Lay down
with me I duly begged
and bleed me,
let all of my colours
weep ..
It was then, that she
smiled again
and she bleached me ..