Dying of a day /
reflections
on surfaces of oceans...
Burnt Umbers, blues, in blood
Muted, drowned.

The sinking sun
wounded.
death sees red
before the dark fall / Ruins.

It is the sensation of ripples
when supple pink linguist
leaves poetic pining
—live fires touching
Nape, the meek taste of lips,
lifting countries to new conquered kingdoms
of skin—
gooseflesh and earthquakes
blood as lava
rushes in
kabuki cheeks
secret joy begins.

Red and parched
Those sudden seas
of thirst
parts /
As our senses / must
breathe...
(like art)

Magic whispers kiss
because touch enpassioned
is red and wish.

Love lorn letters
poetic bliss
Spontaneous wings born
In each ache and void
Loud trumpeting no words
when distance fails
the hearts which speak

red
the oceans felt
the tides that ebb
hurried pleas
desperations
red

when letters
lose the dying magnitude
the importance
and impetus
that love must free

clarion songs
of hearts are red
as are all
kisses (scarlet)
even to air
and dead
begins on such lips

Red.