RED:

Blood, fire, flesh & licking flames ardently flicking,

Passion´s pitted void, in love´s name cruelly tricking,

Cherries, strawberries & raspberries, juicy dripping,

Wines of matadors, sunsetted & sanguined sipping.

Stamping feet around gypsy fires, red-hot & burning,

Lust within the pits of hell & old stomachs churning,

Stones, in passionate anger, hot, bitter & flung hurling,

Skies of scarlet & in rose-madder, new sunrise swirling.

Rubies, garnets, jaspers, red lipped in bleeding stones,

War-mongered flesh, torn from mangled crimson bones,

Hot furnace-ecstasy, moistly released in lip-parted moans,

Sultry steamy songs weavingly sung in dive-grimed groans.

Scarlet velvet, crimson lace, rose & deep wines, ruby reds,

Freckled beauties from old isles, beet-rooted & spicy heads,

And when all has been lived, done, dusted & truly, duly said,

Red is blood, is life & is passion, bleeding us until we´re dead.