The color red.

[Amanda Renee Francis]

"What is the color red?" she said.
Red is warmth.
Red is the feel of you lovers lips gently caressing your skin.
It is a poisoned apple, crimson and swollen with temptation.
Red is fire
Red is Passion
Red is the blood coursing, rushing feverant and slow throu the intricate netting web of your veins.
It is a robins breast.
A beating heart sounding the thunderous rythms of life.
Red is an open wound.
It is courage and weakness.
Warm satin sheets entwining your love.
Love and rage billowing in bursts of hot emotion.
It is blind rage ripping through flesh.
It is the first thing love sees.
Red is the color of tired eyes.
Red is the color of sad eyes drenched in years.
The color of unshed years.
It is a picnic.
A blanket layed on the grass.
Red is the first thing new life sees, and spends it's first year wrapped in.
Red is the sound of wagon wheels and childrens laughter.

Red is the color of life.