Red

Red is the anger I held for you
After you kissed that drunk girl
At your party, behind my back.
Red as her two dollar lipstick
Bleeding, smearing, staining,
Residue left down your chin.
The tips of your guilty ears
Flooded in a blush when I ask
So carefully, what you were
Thinking. But I could never escape
Your canela voice. Red is our
resolve in the form of a gutted
Watermelon, marrow exposed
dotted with black, ripe like us
Dizzy with dark infatuation,
we forget to remember what we
should have never let happen.