Red

  Icy scarlet,
paint me
in your monochrome
  palette.
Swirl tsunamis
on my surface,
  silent storms
over my eyes.
  Cold crimson,
  hide me
in the colours of
 your exhale.
Tracing zigzags
through my 
  veins,
you are stalking through 
  my blood cells.
You can keep your art,
every picture 
  you create.
Echoes speak;
there’s no 
  liberation
from 
 the red.