I saw us in a kaleidoscope of colors,
Lately it’s red all around.
I long to see more than passion,
Or the green of practicality,
Or the neutral territory I tried to made sense of
It’s all just sand slipping through my fingers
Answers leading to questions,
Is it supposed to feel this way?
Why is it all red now?
Is red primal need?
Is it the pulse of your neck as my vice?
Is red pain?
Are we just red?
Time passes and we remain the same.
More answers, more questions.
It binds us. Doesn’t it?
Can’t you see?
I am restless, ever changing,
Lilith and Eve.
No, I will not be a woman that grows tired of pleasure.
No, you’ve never had a woman like me.
Women like me, don’t get cat called on the street
We break necks as quietly as an arrow cutting through air
Women like me, doors don’t open for us.
Curtains are ripped open for even a peek behind.
I’d drink your depths from a chalice
quenching the thirst of all I don’t yet see.
I’ll pour pour pour all of me out
for you to understand what it would be,
to know or love a woman like me.
We can stay stay stay in this place,
this red place made of lust and hesitation.
Where lines don’t cross
only physical forms tangling.
I’ll keep my soul to myself,
For risk you may see it and burn.
