This Moment - July 30, 10:36 P.M.

My name is red. I am the persimmon fruit blooming beneath the bones of your chest. Mine are the dark rivers coursing the rapids of your body, spilling into the thirsty earth. Red is the voice of life and death. Red is the dark wing of dreams crossing your face as you lean into the deep well of sleep. I am the color painted across your eyelids, the life born of blood and breath. Red is the body: rose lungs, cinnamon labia, purple heart, cerise stomach, blush intestines, burgundy kidney, carmine womb, cadmiun liver, crimson ovaries, cinnabar cervix. Red is sacral scarlet blood, sweetest sangria wine.