Red One

The Red one who now suffocates in dilemmas;

confessional odes and oaths, 

proposals of loyalty and prosperity,

promises of virtue and valiancy; 

To whom will the heart bloom, 

finally plucked and pressed, 

To be cherished by only one?

Red one, your enchantment lies within;

A secret benevolence, 

A selfless forbearance,

You welcome the broken and mishappen,

You listen with eyes wide open,

You water thirst with fire,

You kiss lovers into martyrs;

Red one, we have tasted your mind;

A pool of silken dark,

A conflation of the sensual, the intellectual;

Subdued with secrecy,

Volatile with mystery,

Gentle with honesty,

Defiant with dignity;

But Lovers, we bed our words,

They come to you deflowered;

We Lovers, we steal our songs,

They come to you nary unsung;

The Red one, who now surveys her suppliants, 

turning beating hearts in her hands;

How to contemplate fate,

How to forsee destiny

How to crown victory; 

Red one, one last time,

          To whom will you gravitate?