Red blood.
Why bother with other hues?
A blue sky, a green leaf, the yellow grass... do they, would they, could they motivate?
The blush on my face; a flush of red, red blood beneath a blanket of colorless fat.
Raise your eyebrow, tilt your head, shift your weight on your hips. You enredden me.
In my over-saturated state of enredment, I cannot control myself.
The twitch, the stutter, the stumble, the slur.
The color red. The color of life.
I am bered.
I hope I am red-worthy.
I want you.
