Free Verse: (Red)

Free Verse


You ask me my dearest heart
what is red…

The smell of piquant spices,
Or freshly mown grass

The tinkle of children’s laughter
Birds chirping brightly, flying o’er head

The heat of the evening’s camp fire
Summer sun warm on your face

The embracing passion when making love,
And our joyous cries in our climax…

All this my dearest beloved
is red…


Monday Poetry Prompt #24: Color Blind


6 thoughts on “Free Verse: (Red)

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