How much do we respect others for what they're like
For the glimpse in one's eyes when watching
Maybe the only object of his or her interest
For how mysteriously they tangle new thoughts in that very moment
And for how mysteriously they're being tangled by the thoughts at the time,*

For when I see you looking through the streetlamps
It's everything
And if I've ever wanted to become one with infinity,
It's because I know I might meet you there.

with Red i claim:
1. the land i roam
this is mine! this is my home!
with Red i claim:
2. the girls i kiss
bright red lips on redder cheeks

and with crimson nails i rip
i rip the flesh, i rip
i snip
and Red is mine
and i am Red.

and finally-
with red i claim:
3. myself
my body, soul
i take it back
i steal
i grab
i take it all, for blood is Red
and Red is mine
and i am Red.

Melodies of frozen harp,
                          Igniting the morning sky,
         when the Day comes, cold and sharp,
        played by Wind across the plains,
               harsh, Incisive, angry, biting
             like the Northen wolves fighting,
desperate with Trembling hunger
                snarls Echoing, blood on snow
                           Red on white - the winter woe.

The wet smoldering scent
of burning dogwood
leaves

reminds me of the hours
spent in the garden
kissing

the soiled palms of
a woman tousled
from work.