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Red Hot Anthuriums

~longing for release ~

“Green, how much I want you green.

Green wind. Green branches.”

From “Somnambule Ballad”

Federico Garcia Lorca

Undo me

Unwrite me

In white and gold petals —

Red has been poison.

Red lips. Red dawn.

Oh how I wanted to be red!

Red moon. Hot stars.

In my hand a crushed red orchid

Remember, moon

The night you wore blue

And a silver ring?

I made myself

A bed of red hot

Anthuriams, and dreamed

Of dreamless sleep…

Oh how it aches to be red!

Red forest. Red April.

Alone,

In the shadow of a pale tree

I danced on red confetti

Breasts ringing with scarlet sap.

Red fruit. Red tears.

Lost little red bird!

Farida Haque

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