Red

I stood there holding the red handkerchief

The one you gave me so many years ago.

Crying, begging, finally relenting

Because I knew you wouldn’t show.

There is ecstasy in riddles

Sensuality in a rhyme,

Nothing takes a struggle

Than wasting one’s time.

Fantasy or reality

Which one are you today?

For I know when tomorrow comes

You’ll take it all away.

There is one thing you’ve never seen,

That would be my bed

It’s too bad you missed out

Because everything is red.