red dress
red shoes
red threads
red moon
red grass
red sun
red skies
red stars
red body
red hair
red nails
red lips
red feelings
red threads
red touch
red silk
red eyes
red skin
red mind
red hearth
red threads-
connect
red bones-
connect
red fingers-
connect
red skin connects with the red palm connects with the red earth connects with the red dirt connects with the red grass connects with the red flowers connects with the red sun connects with the red clouds connects with the red rain
and then
the red ocean comes
and washes it all away
all but one
for the lady in red
will stand above the ocean and dance
dance for the eyes that aren't there
dance above the veins of the world
and dance under the veins of the skies
and the blood dances in her veins
and the blood vessels in her veins dance
with one another
and each drop of blood, in those vessels
dances with the other
and they loose themselves in each other
and they loose themselves in her
and the blood looses itself in her toes
as she taps, on the nothingness
in her hips
as she moves them
with the red tides
in her palms
as she claps away the silence
and in the oceans
that dressed the whole world red
maybe there's one drop
that hasn't lost itself in the rest
it sits in the corner
scared to go up
but all it wants is to get soaked up
in the lady's dress
so it decides to become the reddest of red
so it can go up
without being mixed up with the rest
the red of his being
so vibrant
it pulses
like a hearth
trembling the oceans
with every beat
going one beat up
and up
and up
and it finds her
when it got to the surface
jumps on her dress
and gets soaked up
her dress starts to pulse
like one beating hearth
it blooms flowers
redder than the oceans
redder than the world
the drop
soaked in the threads of the dress
is no more now
it served its purpose
and now she stands
the red world,
but a drop of blood in her veins
the red drop
a faint memory?...
or does it live on?
in vibrant red colours?...