Red I Am

I am red like the woman

your mother warned you about

Like the sea that parted and drowned her enemies

The warmth of the fire

That burns your soul black

The cool of the carnelian

Found in the seals of ancient power

Cardinal red

not for the men

But the birds that fly free

Who streak the snow

With their glory

The red of tents

Found on the sands

Of our disbelief

that this man made truth

Never lives up

To the garnets of wisdom

That were always held by the kind of women

Who make vermillion home.

Red for the socialist ideas

That scare hellfire into

The Christ pretenders

Who are still blinded by gold

I am the woman your mother warned you about

Whose damask bush will settle your throbbing heart

Soothe your ruby desires

And thrust her cerise blade into your oppression

Whose magic will speak to the gods

Deep in their cups of wine drunk splendor

The red fox hunting

morsels of truth

While inbred dogs

Give chase to her wild ways

I am the red your mother feared

Because she knew:

My truths

rebuild worlds

That you

weren't ready for

The blood red of life

love everlasting

Burning so bright that

Enlightenment

Is the only viable option

For your dark soul