Blood is the color of crushed terrain
It is a prisoner that tortures the eyes
As fire surrenders down in flames…
Blood is the passionate, liniment sky
Which is dead, flames of frozen air
Fire is a black night in disguise…
Blood is a will of decedent tears
A sapphire, naked youth to hold
Fire is a frightening, bitter fear…
Blood is a fierce mold
Too hot to touch the flesh
Fire, an infectious gold…
A deep, circling desire.
Angela K Brown
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/blood-runs-deep/
