Love is Red - David Poe

I’ll drink whiskey from the bottle

I’ll drink cherry or moonshine

my love is like a red red wine

a sacrament, exquisite and hard to find

the gladiolas in slow motion

the scar of tulips in the snow

my love is like a red red rose

coveted, expensive and hard to grow

is she screaming bloody murder

is she thrown across the bed

my love is red as any crime scene

from the curtains to the carpet man

if you know what i mean

there is no other colour scheme

my love is red, as red as red can be

there are fireworks on the skyline

fire engine in the street

my love is red as sunset on the sea

my love is red, too vivid to be believed

my love is red