Once, I asked you, “Is scarlet the same as
red?”
Hands across your chest, you said,
“Scarlet is more red than red.”
I thought, “Is it possible
to be redder than red?”
Then, I remembered
O’Hara’s bow-hot lips,
The vivid A
On Hester’s breast;
Johansson’s erotic hips.
Hands across your chest, you said,
“Scarlet is more red than red.”
I thought, “Is it possible
to be redder than red?”
Then, I remembered
O’Hara’s bow-hot lips,
The vivid A
On Hester’s breast;
Johansson’s erotic hips.
tk/April 2012
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