The Scarlett Locket

I can’t explain my love

for red

but

it sure does

feel good

when it’s keeping

my body alive.

Such a precious thing-

lust, love, life.

Doesn’t always make sense

but I guess

we didn’t come here

to choose

who

colors the vision

for our eyes of admiration.

And I asked for Salvation

from this plague

but cancer

has a way of creeping

and making

itself at home-

a bed of twinkling stars

for the little baby.

New beginnings

in the heat of July

lit a fire.

And that high stays with you

makes you

it’s home,

that plague.