The Meaning of Red

when I talk about extremity
ignore my words
they're just prisms
reflecting refractions
light long lost
from red stars
long since burst
before their light's arrival

each holographic shade of red
projecting different truths

not the images
nor their meaning
but what they reveal

have I mentioned,
"You are so fucking red!"

and I love it
securing a favorite color
at last

these images create place
and my postmodern perrogative
to assign meaning
has given you more ruddy hues
than you knew existed

maybe this simulation
twists in dying breaths
but even death's meaning
can be reassigned

this freedom reformed
creates new love
generative entropy
exploding new combinations
of sign and signifier

you ask, "what do I
mean to you?"

today's answer
vague and yet full
baroque and timeless:

"You are so fucking red!"

I love it

my favorite color

the rest just lies in my chest
ventricles pulsating
organic internal combustion
and those feelings

overwhelming and magical
tenderness

just learn to smile
when I say,

"I feel red today"

and feel warmth expand
through all your body