Red

Red for blood – Pumping out a life; Paling in a death; Blushing in a feminine face – Flushing out her puberty; Stain a presage for the mother ready. And red, a flag of hatred in the eye – The brutal other side – Blood-release of war; The sundered heart! But then the red of simple dress To give a beauty all she needs – And flaming hair And flimsy lace of underwear And passion in the wanton heart And dreams of crimson stockinged legs apart – The rawness in the fantasy that Only red can be. And I? To only seek for Autumn Bleeding in her many hues Of red and other sister colours – Those of tiring summer; The fall of evening chill, To wake with mist of morn, Until cerise of dawn Presents another day. Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2010 red red red red red red red red red red red red red red red red red red red red red red red red red red red red red red red red red red red red red red red red red red red red red