BeautifulRedBlack

walls of pale grey, and
curtains of color so wild,
these bring out the RED of you.

curvey and firey,
you embody women everywhere.

loud and pulsating,
your strings tell stories,
stories of love, hate, longing.

you shout, sing, BRING
life to me,
six-six-six,
the number of the devil,
your number.

rocking my soul to its core,
your devilish look beats
all others, gives him joy.

but, you do not fulfill
his every need.
a RED and BLACK carved piece of wood...
is not everything.

forty-three years ago
you were concieved.
maybe threee years ago,
You were truly made.
did you believe you could be loved
like this?

your melodic sounds
tell me secrets,
secrets of men and women,
love, heartbreak and loss.

without you,
he would not be himself.
without you,
his love would be limited.

artistics,
and other music types,
would agree with me--
you are Beautiful.

and her voice rang.
as she sang janis to the treetops,
telling her baby to cry
for you.

his fingers picking,
your strings reverberating.

as you lay in his powerful arms,
him running his calloused hands
across your solid red and black body,
I see your beauty in full,
your radiant beauty,
right where you belong.