MYSTERY OF RED

Oh the mystery of red in the world! These darkest weeks of the year evoking the brightest reds. Pomegranates, amanitas, witch’s hat, madrone berries, rose hips, apples, pyracantha, Russulas, maples, oh my! I Had a dream last night I Woke up in a Library & asked librarian for help finding a book on somatic abolitionism that I checked out but can’t find- I wait while he’s helping another patron and I see Red fruit everywhere – I take a red apple and red pear and pomegranate and put it in my backpack.
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The same desire that stirs in the rose
to offer herself in deep summer tones

lures firethorn’s pomes and scarlet sprays
out for a dance in deep autumn’s play

then lands on her lips the color of wine
taking a sip of the season with mine

A touch of the wild conjures the red
to the soft of her skin, pomegranate fed

then rolls in her mouth so ruby and rose
with flickers of tongue like a serpent in pose

so eager to taste, and longing to bite
yearning to sink in the neck of the night

when the seasonal rains finally come
the land and body both are a’hum

when the release of it all finally arrives
all of the daring reds come alive

with the rush of her blood flushing her cheeks
and all of her lips flooding like creeks

beyond their banks in wet wild flow
the land and body alike are aglow