Blood is the color of my rose,
Red rivers of it flow for you.
Red are the lips which speak to you,
for love is surely crimson too.
Red is the heart which beats for you
pulsating for you.
I cut my hand,
bite my lip
have your children,
post my burgundy earrings,
apply red nail polish
and toe paints,
on our glowing nights.
You’re dark mystery
swelling inside my boundaries,
that need in me;
You excite me.
I smell you now.
I can feel you walking to me.
I see you in my corner eye.
We are two:
in the Hammock
in the deep deep sun
both in the womb.
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