it feels like a flushing face and pulsing veins.
red could be any letter, for it can stand alone or together but is recognized as itself.
it sounds like tongues scraping teeth and teeth biting tongues.
red smells like iron and salt, wet and dark,
illuminates about as well as a dark room
and embraces as much as a stop sign
pulverizes as much as anger
and changes like a blistered bruise.
red is romance and lips and roses.
it feels like contact and skin on skin.
red could hold up a bilboard and stay in disguise.
it sounds like passion and blooms like a flood.
red smells like the water on the gates of a cave,
confinscates as much as the brave would a warrior,
releases as much as a hunter does prey.
forgets as well as an elephant
and remains like a god, loyal and true.
red is romance
and lips, cheeks
and passion, compassion
and roses
and rushing blood
and you.
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