Morning Poems #7 – Red

Red; bright,bloody and loving,
Full of rage,
full of DNA,
full of passion,
full of red.

Red,
the rose that blooms,
the rose that wilts,
the rose that dies,
red petals on the ground,
drying black and crisp.

Red; the fury in my eyes,
the colour on my lips,
and between my thighs.

Red dripping everywhere,
everywhere,
and never halting.

Lauren Cullen

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