Red

I wear his words well.

Draped and often,
in the color of blue,
in the deepest of azuls
to drown in.

Till lovingly stripped,
my heart to be weighed,
for how deep
the saturation,
the color of red,
of how my love, it bleeds,
and for him.

While naked I stand,
so his words can proceed,
to wrap me in the fires
of a sunset.

Until stripped again,
and on a bed of black,
he crowns me
with jewels of starlight.

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