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The red

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