Red reminds me of spices and cultures,
red curry from India,
alive with flavor,
red peppers mixed with Ethiopian lamb,
bursting with heat,
the spice dealer in Hong Kong,
crowded streets, firecrackers at night,
culture and people alive,
sometimes paprika, sweeter than the heat,
Morocco, and couscous.
Red also reminds me of my true love,
Her figure in red dresses, her soft kisses.
H’mm maybe I should buy her that long red dress,
draped in elegance,
then we could go dancing!
kicking off shoes,
red is vibrant and alive!
Poetry © Copyright 2014, nicodemasplusthree