Red

Spills and burns and flows
lava hot
untidy and wild

Supple, plump, vibrating
on your own special frequency

People love you.
People hate you.
You may be attractive,
but must you come on so strong?
red
like the sins of the fathers
and the fruitful tree of the womb
fiery, saturated, smoldering
I'd be more comfortable
liking you from a distance.
still, you are inside of me.