Part 1
I am not a pink
girl. Red is my color
no need to dilute,
add white to temper down
my intensity.
If we friends,
you already know:
I’m passion incarnate—
red is the color of love
& I got nothin but love
for ya (baby ;)
Part 2
I temper down my color
with color:
red + orange = red orange
red orange + yellow =
outrageous orange* = me
on fire, energy bursting manic
you can’t help but feel it
ignite the red in you—
enkindles light/in your heart
smile spark, laughter soothes
any fires burning blue in you—
whatever’s got ya flushed
got ya mad in yr heart,
got that choler boiling hot—
ain’t no thang, if
you got red in you, too.
If you got blood in your veins,
ya got hope. Tap that
sanguine air—
breathe blue sky in, feel
your belly expand,
spark light in ya heart,
smile on yr face. Hug
your favorite Libra & laugh;
feel that sanguine smile, that
sanguine hope, that confidence
seeded deep in your core:
that’s the red in you—the love.
Feel it warm in your breast;
let it glow—
a beacon, a guidepost
to spark smiles, give
the only gift that matters.