Saturday, 3 March 2018

more than simply red


 what would my world be without vibrant colour?
still there...i know.
but, monochrome or pastel would not know to fire that which colours my imagination
a free flow of so much that lives, enormous, humongous, BIG
beautifully animated behind my closed eyes.
and to be able to surround myself with fiery reds, emerald greens, royal blues
how lucky my eyes to feast on such hues!
and thus, in this instance red be more than the colour i see...my heart passionate
my thoughts hot....my desire deep...my lover missed.
a gorgeous specimen that stirs the embers of emotion raw
churning, yearning, enveloping...every imagined thought of him
knows to waken a fiery red in my bossom...in my loins.
RB.








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