We intermingled our fabrics-
Mine a chaste white,
Yours a passionate scarlet
And set it to tumble-dry.
Your colors began to bleed
All over my cloth
Until blushed pinks
Replaced starkness
As I transformed, so did you
As your colors faded
Because you had transferred
All your vibrancy to me.
Only a fragment of what
You once were, I pulled
You out, stuffed you
Unfolded in the drawer.