Red
Scarlet waves of wine,
Damask daiquiri disguised,
A bit of blood for Mary,
The alcohol, let’s not be wary.
Passion and pomegranate..
Love and lust..
The red poppies blooming in the spring.
Just a few of these flushed things.
The girl with the fire in her eyes,
Rosy red cheeks looking at the sun,
Her mahogany lips smiling.
I felt anger boiling when she bled,
Then I realized the tears I’ve shed.
She looks good crimson,
I watch it leak behind her skin.
My valentine is on the floor,
Her cards and candy out the door.
The wine scent lingers,
I slowly touch her fingers...
Her beautiful body so vivacious,
Covered this time and I know I’m audacious.
