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Susan K. Rowse

Red...continued

Red is dangerous...seductive.
Red is valentines...productive
In your heart which is red...
But for blood, which is blue
Til air hits the cells...then its crimson...
Tis true
What of pinks?
Its red mixed with white
Its humming for joy in a romantic night
Oh red its my color...
For blondes...its a choice
Cause red just like Cardinals...
Its singing...its voice
Of a song...
Like in Lady in Red, from the film
Its my favorite color...
Likewise for him
Red is all tied up and intertwined
Like lacey sweet doilies 'round
Red valentines Crimson and Christmas...
Can see red for miles
Its my ruby red lips
My tongue and my smile
My fingers all painted
A torredors cloak
For a bull with a mission
Then hearts that all float
Around lovers heads
Red, fuschia...and pink
Its mine and your colors
Its trouble...I think !