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Her Name Was Red
A Poem
taming her wasn’t an option —
or so you quickly learned
in a span of moments scattered,
so stark in their machinations
you loved her before you knew her —
silly, in retrospect, but true nonetheless
with all the ways she drove you crazy
while making you want like never before
her name on your tongue
was scarlet red and just as sweet,
a searing brand left in this new world
where insanity and love always crossed
you didn’t need her to be a martyr
but a lover, just a lover, to cast
all your desires in stark and stressed relief
because no love could or would ever compare
but she was her own person,
no matter what you thought,
and she’d never be yours —
not really, not here, not there
closeting her away was no option,
and she loved all her freedoms —
so who were you to demean her
and try to take away her rights?
