If this world were to ever turn red
Like ripe pomegranates or strawberry spread
You’ll feel the pull as I tug on this thread.

  Let me scribble all over your balmy skin
  With details about my soaking sins
  Until you’re covered with my poison within.

  Let me greet you with my ruby lips
  I’m feeling feline, my teeth might nip
  But there’s no knowing where my tongue might slip.

If this world were to ever turn red
Like opera curtains or a feverish head
We can put on a show in my backyard shed.

  Let me document you in this space
  You yearn for the power I make you chase
  Camouflaged in feather, leather, and lace.

  Let me guide your figure onto the floor
  Then obey and get onto your fours
  Fight with a devil and you’ll lose the war.

If this world were to ever turn red
--It’s really just a matter of when
There’s not a color I’d prefer instead.