'Ruby' Red Eyes
and knowing how words are mixed.
you have an advantage over males.
being so much so.
even the cotton can't hide it.
it is as bright as your 'EYES'.
When it comes out.
Blood ruby red and thick
and the words when dry stick.
The pen full of red and thick with it.
between the moon and it hangs down
a well of 'RED' ink.
and each dropp is conserved,
even more because it is familiar yet not.
once a month.
more than words form on the page.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem