The Red

I take the flesh offered to me
Unfolding the reality limp upon my eyes
The red dye staining my fragile rice paper body
November leaves flutter briskly with the wind and this nature
Paints a whirl around my heavenly figure
Crowds of goose bumps awaken my soul
And I laugh looking up at a cloudy sky
Filled with memories learned from
Filled with a bright smile from the hidden sun
He takes a handful of my breast
I watch and feel his heaving chest
I let it teach me a rhythm playing in silk strings
And relax to its soothing call
His mountainous thighs wrapped around mine
Impossible for a contortionist to figure out
I fell again into the color of wanting
The red passion I don’t compare any shade to
My feet graze his neck
One can imagine the shapes
The intensity of the eyes from that distance
It doesn’t matter from what angle
Only the slow equations and the perpetual solutions
The hands of a God
Changing my internal clock
The enveloping heat of a man
Who warms me gently through his sensual glow
Who ignites with red my blue shadows of cold