I could liken you, of course, to blood like on the days that we would butcher chickens as red would fly and feathers and sometimes the chickens themselves or when I was little and scrapped my knee or the time that they had to sew my finger back on. But Red, that makes you sound so ruthless especially when you sit peacefully in my kitchen on a beautiful platter--little cupcakes with white frosting or the round little pillow with the button in the middle that is on my bed that I too am on or his lips when he is hungry for me.
Red, I know you to be the walls in the room where my piano stood and the tall shelves that held all of those books that I grew up reading and Red, you are my favorite coat and my sexiest lingerie.
We are told that you are roses but you are a million other little flowers as well. You can be dangerous little berries that stop the heart (also red) but I've discovered you in a market in Tokyo on a terribly rainy day in the sweetest strawberries I've ever had.
Red, you can be rosy cheeks and laughter. When I think of grizzly hugs, aside from grizzlies, I think of you. Needless to say Red, we have given you Love.
I paint my toenails up in you my lips too, that have so much to say and sometimes nothing to say at all.
Red, we are told that you are passion but they won't come out and say that you are an animal wild and hungry and they won't say how sometimes you can be soft and sometimes even quiet, all they can remember is your fire like the time the neighbors house burst into flames and the red truck came to hose it out and all of their water-damaged, smoke-scented belonging that meant everything to them was brought out into the front lawn or they remember the fire of the red shoes which meant "come and get me!"
But I know you Red because, don't forget that I am an animal too and we've got a bit of it all don't we?
you sit. you sit quietly and contemplate. you wonder what other people put into their minds when they sit quietly. that person... that person must have a poignant thought now and then. you tell yourself that some small miracle is happening within them now. you promise your heart that their heart is full of secrets of love of all the little things that go into pockets and books and quiet corners. You tell yourself that they are full of fire and at anytime may explode like champagne or combust like tnt because they must have that within them somewhere. they must!