Yellow & Red
For Sue Mills
Let me kiss the rose where the river flows and
drink from the well with its red water flowing.
On the day when most don't care, in the blood the
seed is shared. Deep within the limbs wrapped tight,
the skin is painted red on white,
Eyes in the mirror,
reflections in a room of naked bodies,
a moment the spirits touch in time, a time
of astral travel in a dimension between reality and
fantasy, now it is a part of me.
A kiss, then the snake, bleeding and burning,
the white horse dancing with the dark horse, dripping
with dancing perspiration that seeps from within,
in this moment the dream begins, only for a short
moment the roses, they bloom, it is in our hearts,
Forever that the beauty is consumed.
Let me kiss the rose, yellow and red, and
drink from the well that flows in your bed.
P. J. Campise
