conflicting connotations
the color red
that drip, drip, drip of blood
or that intimidating color of love
the fires of life and death
a means to salvation or a means to dread
danger at the slightest touch
youth and their affairs of lust
It’s contextual separation
all encompassing, fear and awe
a crimson ferocity, read in pieces
when done no justice, red impedes us
perhaps some misguided depiction of hell
or september picked galas, ripe and red
it’s a polarity most complex, in retrospect
like the passion of love bred from casual sex
the duality of expression
the infinite variations of perception
red rose rubies
given gifts or stolen gems
a never ending war of "good" and "evil"
red
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Raven Rose Cobb
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