Every Red

Give me every kind of red

From your lips to the wine

And when you say there's nothing left

I get the pen and cross out your lines

Smudges on your neck sunset on faces pot itching our eyes

Sunburnt legs cream in the dark pain and pleasure fight our minds

I'll give you every kind of red blood soaking meat we don't buy

You'll wear every kind of red behind sunglasses with three likes

In ochre with ketchup nail polish on your tongue

In a fascination trap cutting shapes 'til dawn