Color’s Strut

What could be called ire

Of flares is really

The red flame in fire,

Sparks soaring freely.

Red makes the world stop.

The blood from a cut

Or at the hill’s top.

It is color’s strut.

So how does Sky see

Red? Only as bright

Heat, that is the key

To a nearing light.

Her beauty is wrapped

Tightly in berries.

The color is trapped

In bowls of cherries.

Red relates to love.

It burns in the brain

As emotions of

Lovers start to rain.

The matador's cloth

Brings the bull down to

His haunches. What doth

Make the beast just spew?

It has been said that

it’s only the red.

He goes to the mat.

And the eyes are dead.

Red is the hue with

The strength of all life.

It is the true pith

Of the skin to knife.