Red
is a warming touch
a flaring glaze.
it is lust,
anger, the calling to the bed.
The coaxing of violence.
it is amongst the sweetest
flavors
along tastes that will scorch your mouth.
it's meeting someone new
having an argument
an affair.
it's blood boiling in the coldest of places,
the dead of night,
the middle of winter.
it's luck
jingling in your ears.
it is you.
it is me.
we are Red.