Red

Red smells of strawberries, delectable and ripe.

Red burns on the skin, blistering and scarring.

Red desires red, lip and heart, and red will

control you whether you want it to or not.

Red feels smooth and tender, innocent and pure.

Red feels rough and hard, spiteful and corrupted.

I want red in my life, I want that feeling, that

feeling of feeling.

A two-faced coin, a duality, red dominates

over blue, yellow, black, pink.

Red loves,

Red hates,

Red saves,

Red kills,

Red bleeds.

The scream of red, passion and lust, grudge

and loathing.

Red is the catalyst to action.

Nature is red.

and Humanity bleeds red.

Written in during the autumn of 2017