What is the taste of red?
What is the smell of red?
The morning sun
The bright bedbug
The liquid rust in our arteries
The delicious strawberries
The velvety rose
The come, they live, they go
But lips? No, they are different
Lips utter, but they contemplate kiss
Lips kiss, but they contemplate fuck
Lips fuck, but they contemplate words
Lips sip, but they contemplate chew
– Just another soft cragged range
of our anatomy
with no mind of its own.
Why can’t they be red?
Why can’t they just be?
Red is red – for now
Red is pink – yesterday
Red is scarlet – tomorrow
But today, it rejoices being red
Why can’t lips be red – today?
And more –
Why can’t today – only today – be red?
Why can’t red – only today –be your lips?
Why can’t red – only today –be my lips?