Red

 I couldn't help myself when I saw all the photography

by Totomai Martinez .  His work inspires so much poetry.  

For  dversepoets.com

Red is the color of my favorite rose

velvet scent under my nose

Red is the color of my lover's nightgown,

the color of her passionate prose

Her chest rises and falls against me;

blood in my veins pulses hurriedly 

I bring her blossoms with dew drops;

she lulls me with her poetry

I kiss her lips the shade of plum,

 thank her for waltzes yet to come,

dances under a full moon
to music from a flower drum

Red is the color of my true loves hair;

it glides around my throat bare

to the only woman in the world for me
I toast with Cabernet,
shower with garnets rare