hello (lentando)

 

strangers

precast stares, statues

moribund glares, recognition

woven smiles, comatose

her eyes were already on me

polished politely private

and as any stranger could

she simply said Hello

and there has never been

a more beautiful word spoken

red

all i see is red

so let me say of other colors

  all of them are dead!

all i see is red

red on her lips that

must be kissed

red blood that flows to them

warms them

storms them with

pangs and pleasures

red pulses bring them to

red-wet connections

my red fever spikes as

they part and come together

over and over

again and again

i do not shine colors

i burn only red

in time she will whisper

and her red heart will sink

as her pretty red lips

feel the red loss

the sting