AA (9.26.72 -? / new york city)

Red

i like
red
it dances
for me



rolling
down my fingers
so pretty
red



the way
she dances
so pretty
the red
makes it
better



the floor
shiny
with red
in patterns
i can see them
like butterflies
or faces



dancing
across the patterns
making
new patterns
she makes them
singing
red



so happy
with the singing
and dancing
the red
dances with her
like the rain
on my window



red



so much red



my whole world
red
my hands
red
her pretty dress
red
the floor and walls
red



redredred



so happy
and red
she sang
from the red
on her throat
like a flute
or a fountain
so red
red red red
dancing spasms
to music
on the floor
and in my head
red



whole world red



redredred

User Rating: 2,8 / 5 ( 7 votes ) 2

Comments (2)

this poem is redical!
I have read Red and re-read red but for me there is way too much red in there. Redo.