Please let me be Red—
I offer amaranth from my chest
I give the scarlet on my bed
would you let me be the wind
carrying your breath
Take my garnet pendant,
these promises I’ve kept—
I lay them all to rest
unless you want them back
I’m petals on your desk,
cherried figures in your head
I’m bleeding through
the notes I stained,
discovered when I left—
Would you see me as the Red
I’d give life,
heart and flesh
to be the love of death
I’m praying:
Let me be the Red