RED - Tinted Poems No. 3

It's the tsunami in pulsating arteries
Spurring the heart to its conclusions.
It's the embrace of two lovers by the lips
Drawing a pigment along the cheekbones.

It's the blaze embellished on fallen leaves
Summer fruits plucked from their root.
It's the comfort on your fish fingers
Smearing on your childish cheeks.

It's the crisp carnations lain on a doorstep
The declaration of svelte body language.
It's the suggestive gloss under the cupid's bow
Sweeping proclamation of lustful confidence.

It's the lash of tongue in vile rage
A wet snake with cutting eyes.
It's the torrent that seeps out of open flesh
Leaving you with only crimson on your gums.