We know how Red feels
Warm
The more it is touched
Hot even
Inflamed
But how does Red taste?
Like blood? The blood of Christ?
Wine then.
Ruby Bordeaux with a ribeye
Seared blue
Red and blue coalesce into luxurious purple
The palatine shade of sovereign indulgence
Red meat on the bone and exclusive vintages
The color of a pulsing vein
Engorged with warm, hot, inflamed
Red
the literary asylum
Daydreaming and then, maybe, writing a poem about it. And that's my life.
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Life Through A Lens
the strange and dark and beautiful
Poetry, Photography, haiku, Life, word play, puns, free verse
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Floating thoughts, A place where my beautifully weird thoughts floating around in my mind are posted.
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