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Photo © Jennifer Wagner |
I loved red long before Sammy sang of it,
my hair turning back to it,
sign and signal, siren rang of it.
Old brick station, ladder truck and engine,
your beard, my lips, leather jacket tassel tips,
’65 Mustang, candy apple red.
Blushing secret, unwrapped,
sugared red to pink. The sink
into red-petaled, satin, Valentine sheets.
Glass of cabernet, raspberry to plum,
Burt’s Bees Hibiscus Balm.
Autumn leaves, rubies.
Terra-cotta, sandstone,
sweet tomato bliss,
my broken favorite mug, blood,
and afterward, the kiss.
