Sunday 9 August 2009

RED

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


Brighten

Jolt

Blush

Cheer

Satiate


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?


To brighten

To jolt

To blush

To cheer

To satiate

And more –


Utter

Kiss, kiss

Fuck

Utter

Sip

Chew


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?