That beautiful woman of flame-clad head,
Between hibiscus lips, blood rose of red,
Rojo vino, sangria, blood-vine all
imbibing,
Betwixt pink & red, girl & woman
dividing.
Whispering secrets at bosom, posy so
bloody,
Carnation upon round hip, sashaying &
ruddy,
Ruby nails in waiting, so very ready to
scratch,
Reflecting within eyes, the newly struck
match.
Vermillion her bleeding, of many blood
moons,
Crimson her passion, of new summer night
Junes,
Garnet, the lining of coffin at the hour of
her death,
Thankful, she was a scarlet woman, till her
last breath.
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