This is something I wrote years ago about the color Red
Red is the color of my daughter who is a new mother
Red like the color of blood, the color we wash into this world with
Her lips as red as roses, red seems to radiate from her every pore
Caliente splashed across the chest of her shirt
She is hot, vibrant alive with the energy of motherhood
Red bleeds and burns within the chest of the young and the young at heart
When I think of red I think of the dark red of lust and swollen bruised lips of passion, the red raised stripes of my lovers back
I fantasize of red heels, red lipstick smeared on flushed red skin
I think of red painted on the stomach of a very pregnant woman
The red of a swollen vulva ready to give birth, ready to receive passion, red womb, red heart, red earth
I hear the goddesses of fire, Pele and Bridget calling for the pulsing blood and the passion of their followers, dancing around the blazing fire on the night of the red moon.
I smell cinnamon, red hots and red wax lips
I remember blood ties, blood relations, blood thicker than water, menstruation and Phoenix rising
Red nails, red hair, red light
In eighth grade whispered from girl to girl “you can’t wear red nail polish it’s for whores”
Eyes red from crying, hands red from clapping, red lines from sleeping with your hand to your face.
Skin pulsing with angry red blisters
I see signs in my mind, stop, danger, death, go no further.
Anger is blazing from my eyes
Red streams of hot lava flow from my mouth….