Every Kind of Red

Every Kind of Red

I want every kind of red
From the tomato
To your lips
To the wine

Just when you say
There's nothing left
I get the blood
And the pen underlines

Correcting verses
Lipstick smudged on my neck
Sunset etching our faces
The pot making us ill

I'll give you
Every kind of red
Tears soaking meat
We'll never buy

You're wearing
Every kind of red
Behind sunglasses
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