Coursing river edge

My sky is the coursing River edge.
 
I divide the halves by
the color red, in depth,
I drown a lovers quarrel,
spin and smile,
down I go.
 
Red is a color,
I see in the impact;
you sip my wine,
the darkest hole
is the richest of me-
Shame me in tears for
loves arrow pierces
and stern bleeding echoes.
 
Red is the color,
of music inside;
coursing my chest,
filling my urn.
 
My shallows mist,
a coo heard,
a somber place.
 
Red the spreading,
Red the surface-
 
A smile on my face.