Red.

Scarlett words drift through her breath
tainting the air with a passionate blow.
Lips, garnet jewels inlaid between the dowry,
every man longing to take them as his own.
A look, a gesture, she moves,
they follow.
Fabric descending to a pool of russet waves
she swims away.
Rubies glisten from her brow,
eyes seeking the cardinals in flight;
they with their directions of night,
she follows.
Rouged cheeks of copper and roses
glow through the transparent window,
her laughter resting in a blanket of cherries.
She lives to love the ones who know naught of her love,
she longs to bring the crimson rose to rest;
it's bittersweet fragrance the ardor of her seity.