Red

It is warmth on your cheek

like a kiss from the sun

seeping through the blinds of your window

late afternoon canvas sky

ribbon clouds painted

brushed with heat strokes

It is dirt kicked up

from your feet planted into the ground

then uprooting yourself to run

so it spins in the air behind you

trace the shapes with your fingers like candle smoke

spiraling upward

It is all dust and roses

It is when her hand graces your arm

the glow spreading beneath her touch

staining your skin when she leaves

it never really washed out, did it?

It is summer

falling into autumn

It is bodies in the snow

they tumble together in spite of themselves

the wind is their quiet laughter

you didn’t know winter could be so warm

It is girlish innocence

concealed beneath a flushed cape

curls swept under a hood

blood underneath skin

wolfish grins in the forest

It is pounding fists

into pounding hearts and heads

faces swollen with questions

chewing on bitter answers

It is bite marks on fruitful skin

sinful as knowledge

temptation is just as sweet 

It is all red