Coated in Dark Red

We awoke, yesterday, after death
  to find ourselves coated deep in dark red;
  lieing alone in a mountain river bed,
color dripping from her lips
    and my eyes spilling out their shame.

Her fingers, where she hid the thievery
  were covered in the clay,
and my legs, which had taken me places
no man should ever be
    were coated in dark red.

My chest, full with pride, with fear, and with rage
  had filled been up with the things
  I had done as I had lived,
      and her head, made blood-like with a thousand thoughts
  was coated red with skin.

Then a man of brilliant white stepped down
  to the riverbed where we lay,
and my soul was shot through in terror
      at the red that covered me,
knowing full well that I was a man of stain
      and my lover as stained as me.

I knelt and wept, then
  for fear and for what we should have been
  in a life offered free.
But the man stood and spoke
        with the voice of fires and kings.
He spoke, saying our cry was heard
  and the red would soon be cleaned.

So I waited, still dripping with the clay
  for something to come and wash the dark
red that covered me.
  And long was the wait, there by that mountain stream
With my lover coated in my arms
  and the body covering me.

Then, a mighty rush of water
  like a wave from massive seas
coursed across the riverbed
    and battered life into me,
stripping the dark red from along my chest
and her heart and hands
      to send us singing free.