Amarga y honda

Your velvet long full skirt, a swathe of blood,

A lavish burgundy.

Your lips a dipped, deep crimson.

You revelled in red.

I felt it raw – like the crisp gauze edges

Of a stiffening wound. I could touch

The open vein in it, the crusted gleam.

Everything you painted you painted white

Then splashed it with roses, defeated it,

Leaned over it, dripping roses,

Weeping roses, and more roses,

Then sometimes, among them, a little bluebird.

Ted Hughes 

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Miles Davis, Electric Red.