Paint it red

Paint it red

The call went out

A rich and bloody red

Of fire and passion and

Burning desire, of

Knowing and sensual yes.

For the dead trees draped

From the crimson sky

For the sun tilted 

Face lit up.

For the flushed

Fingers stumbling 

Over your lustrous

Naked body.

Paint it red

And be damned

Is what they said.