** red, like a rose's
willful ending
red, poisonous as blood
dripping from the lips
that beautiful dream
in the pitch-black darkness
the labor pains that
cannot be seen in the mirror
you are like the red
dust brushing past - heavy! **
* ah, sparks from my
heart are falling randomly
ah, sleeping in the
raging fire
if you contract it,
you're drunk before you even tasted it
that heated state has
never subsided
you are the most beautiful
wound - perhaps! *
red, like the brashness
of blossoming youth
red, like the remembrance
of a fading sunset
it is our smiling faces
as we fly
it is like the lifeline
in the middle of our palms
it is also like the
red dust floating by - glamorous!
* repeat *
** repeat **
For Leslie’s
Pillow – © 2001 TranceLoka Studio, San Francisco, California.