Red


Red.
You wake up in the morning with my words in your head.
You wake up in the morning and I'm not in your bed.
It's magic, it's tragic, it's everything you said.
You love with all your heart and not with your head so
Red.


Red.
Red words burned at the altar, sacrificed to lust,
Red smoke and mirrors and wise men turned to dust.
Red history in the dungeon and stay there it must.
Red be damned to hell, with all of its fuss damn
Red.


Red.
Red like a fancy bird, starting to preen.
Red like the roses that say what you mean.
Red like the rubies of the Amazon queen,
Red like a whisper of secrets obscene says
Red.


Red.
Red like life and red like war,
Red winter berries that promise you more,
Red like the lips of the streetcar whore,
Red like passion on the kitchen floor wears
Red.


Red.
Red like the blood of the howling bitch.
Red like the panties of the girl with the itch.
Red like a meteor before it hits a glitch.
Red like the cauldron of the forest witch is
Red.


Red.
Red like redemption and red like blood,
Red like the lava of Pele's first flood,
Red Kachina magic from Sedona mud,
Red red orchids newly come to bud from
Red.


Red.
You wake up in the morning with dreams in your head.
You wake up and you smile and you tumble out of bed.
It's magic, it's tragic, it's everything you said.
All the ways you love and you said it first in red.
Red.


~XineAnn