Red

Red…
Is the color of my blood,
That is coursing through my veins,
Pumped forever by mine heart
Taken, all, by you alone.

Red…
Is the color of your cheeks
I have dreamed of every night
Longing for its tenderness
Against my caresses.

Red…
Is the color of the sheets
We lovingly stained last night
The sharp gasps, pants and thine sighs
We had it all tonight.

Red…
Is the color of your blood
That is coursing through your veins,
Flooding the sheets, floor and me
And of course my cold knife.

Renze Carlo Santos