RED

I took out a paper,
Drew a picture of my desire
as i drew, all colours flew in,
bringing it to life.

It pounded on the paper,
at the sight of you.
and painted the entire paper red.
and my hands too.

It had to dry,
the wet paint, had to dry.
I kept it out in the sun,
the colour red went deep into the soil.

There a plant stood,
drinking the red colour.
it is not impure, love.
look, a flower bloomed in that lovely colour.