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 edgesOf a stiffening wound. I could touchThe open vein in it, the crusted gleam. Everything you painted you painted whiteThen 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 https://youtu.be/AqoT4E99eNMMiles Davis, Electric Red.
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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 edgesOf a stiffening wound. I could touchThe open vein in it, the crusted gleam. Everything you painted you painted whiteThen 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 https://youtu.be/AqoT4E99eNMMiles Davis, Electric Red.