Red the Stain
Red the stain of blood on cotton,
Spilled by bodies flushed with fear,
Red as roses, red as war flags,
Red as twilight’s crimson sphere,
Red the sun through shuttered eyelids,
Red the heart in love’s embrace,
Madness for the red of passion,
Colouring my sweetheart’s face,
I devour the leaves of autumn!
Tiring of the garden green,
Maples flaring bonfire plumage,
Lighting up like gasoline!
Red as lavish lava flowing,
From the wide volcano maw,
I will lap those flaming waters,
With my tongue and gorging jaw,
I will leap into the hellfire,
Stoking more the sulphur blaze,
Days of darkness, days of sorrow,
Torched and burned in smoky haze,
I will fan the red within you,
Coaxing forth a ruddy cheek,
When my love dost softly woo you,
Giving you the thrill you seek,
Red the cardinal in summer,
Singing to his pretty mate,
Red the sign upon the tavern,
Red the sauce upon the plate,
Red the tenor of my bosom,
As I tend my babe in arms,
Red the lambent lantern hanging,
As I whisper magic charms,
Red the scarlet curtains hanging,
Red the mortuary drape,
Red the morning sunlight glinting,
On the vines and on the grape,
Red the wine of lovers chatting,
Red the table cloths that hang,
Red the candle light that flickers,
Red the veal with garnish tang,
Oh that I could die in crimson,
Washed away in summer heat,
Fast apace to meet my maker,
In the clouds at heaven’s seat…
AD Lovkis, 08/06/25
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