Red lights can give things a sultry glow. Fantasies of things you really shouldn’t know. The color of blood when you’re being torn apart, It seeps quickly out of a broken heart. Red like a berry, juicy and sweet. Red like tomatoes, the garden “in heat” Red is the marking, the deadly flip side On a black widow spider that was trying to hide. A rod, drawn from the fire, burning red-hot; Reminding you of things you wish you forgot. Fingers gently probing to seek, The flush of your face when you’re reaching your peak Lips drawn in anger, gasps of surprise; Seductive and playful, gates to the lies Roses are red and violets are blue, But love, like a fairy-tale, is often not true.