Red

It feels like a red day

The want of it itches at the edges of my mind

Soon, it will clamor like a spoiled child

Pay attention to me!

I have no choice but to drape myself in red

I slip fevered limbs through red silk

I slide red tipped toes into patent leather that gleams,

like a mirror into my soul

It appeases the dangerous menace.

But just for a little while

Soon, the hungry beast paces through my veins.

My skin feels desperate

It crawls on caged bone

My thoughts, on a tight leash, are snapped back to red

The desire gnaws unrepentant through my belly and settles, like a smoldering fire in my loins

Red,

is the color of my sweet lovers blood

Sweet, like honey

it drips

Tonight, I will bathe in scarlet

to cage the beast

and find peace once again

~ written for Rich Withey's provocative prompt. Love the idea of a visual prompt Rich!