Red.
Red trips off my tongue
And cuts short my breath

Red wants to be inflamed
But makes me feel safe

A touch of ochre
And it’s a child-like shade
A streak of vibrancy
And it’s teenage carelessness
Mellowed depth and red is my regal self
Ready.

Red.
Lipstick slicked, for quick teasing smiles
Red.
Blush on cheeks, as winter wind whips
Red.
Velvet macarons, rose
The scent on my nose,
The sweet on my lips.

And, red
Wine.
The deeper the colour, the must of the grape,
The red tones that linger, on my tongue

Red,
With its quick sound
And many guises.

I was born in this sign,
Many sunsets ago.
This is my year,
Red rooster and fire.
And I wait with baited breath,
Sun rising on the new days ahead,
Bask in the warmth of,
New possibilities, new sense of clarity, new journeys to come.

Red.
Where home feels,
Where adventures start.