i like <br />red <br />it dances <br />for me <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />rolling <br />down my fingers <br />so pretty <br />red <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />the way <br />she dances <br />so pretty <br />the red <br />makes it <br />better <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />the floor <br />shiny <br />with red <br />in patterns <br />i can see them <br />like butterflies <br />or faces <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />dancing <br />across the patterns <br />making <br />new patterns <br />she makes them <br />singing <br />red <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />so happy <br />with the singing <br />and dancing <br />the red <br />dances with her <br />like the rain <br />on my window <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />red <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />so much red <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />my whole world <br />red <br />my hands <br />red <br />her pretty dress <br />red <br />the floor and walls <br />red <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />redredred <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />so happy <br />and red <br />she sang <br />from the red <br />on her throat <br />like a flute <br />or a fountain <br />so red <br />red red red <br />dancing spasms <br />to music <br />on the floor <br />and in my head <br />red <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />whole world red <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />redredred<br /><br />alexandre arnau<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/red/
