Red = Heat.
Your usually luscious lips,
Now dry and cracking,
Broke the spell you have
Had on me thus far.
Red = Fury = Rage.
My intention to leave obviously angered
The sightless demon in you.
Do you know you're throwing
Black plates in my direction?
Red = Screaming.
Now you've gone berserk
Smashing whatever is in your way,
Calling me a handicap hater
At the top of your lungs.
Red = Love = The S Word.
I hold you down, and you pull me to a kiss,
Your lips slowly regaining their
Enslaving power.
Red equals love equals hate equals everything in between.
- March 8, 2007 -
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