Red
In sweet love’s surrender, crimson’s cinder;
The shadowed apple of sacrifice well-done.
Passion untendered but slowly simmered,
Vice rendered
Jokingly scarred with happenstance’s cruel pun.
Archaic and bold,
Fiery and old
My suffering’s meat in the making-
Every moment of it is for taking.
I have “red” and said
If I do not give my all in life
I am not waking.
2/11/11
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