A Poem...Sort Of


Red

I’ll skip your hair, it’s easy, it’s for strangers.
Your shirt with the hat
The stopping when it’s time
The raspberries that flavor your favorite drink
Your lips when they’re not being pink
The roses that surround you
The accents of the car that first night
My heart I gave you
The back right of your closet
Your fun shoes
The shirt you wore with them in the picture you sent
My love for you
My pain if I lost you
The strawberries I’ll fight your dad for
The cherries you gave me at the cookout
My favorite for last:
Your face when you blush.