Redhead Reborn - Part I

Today they colored my head

my friends

colored me henna

henna earth

outcome:

red

Double D and Nickel 

took this blonde, her henna 

(with nowhere to go) - and made her 

RED.

Red... the color held so much significance to me!

Shark-infested waters - blood

Communism.

Bullfighting.

Anger! Passion! 

Creative potency

Firestarter - Destructive capacity.

Catsup.

Tomatoe.

Fashion play to spice up an outfit or a look. 

Punks choice. Power color.

Love, matters of the heart, romance. 

After noon

my friends did

surround me,

laugh around me...

Metal-wrapped

dread head! i was,

in the imminent year of the White Metal

Rabbit.

I felt warm about red. 

So excited to be indoctrinated into the common bond of redheads. 

I felt love

love

invited

things may turn...

over time

heat applied

to the shade...

but never will i forget those

burgeoning

shades of

deep deep 

 red!

Alone i 

catacomb

through the secret

cut materials

the transparency

of wardrobes

cosmopolitan

prints

over cereal

its hard

to change

Alone i comb

very slow

the finest teeth

through my hair

my hair is finer

may be finest!

dont believe me?

i swear!

In the evening

the fire grows

inside my belly

the fire 

that made

this henna thing

happen.

im sorry

i cant describe it.

its like lightning 

and thunder 

making storms

without sound.

its way 

way 

way 

below ground

something hot

something true

pure fire?

just due?

All colors

all shades 

of my moods

(except blue)....

they submit

to crimson

to blood

blood red!

(almost blue)

Someone else

in the mirror

met my eyes

stared on through

I represented

not so well

dumb blonde

getting wiser?

She too

represented.

Took off her

metal helmet.

Thats when i knew!

A redhead 

she faced me

urged me closer...

she could taste me!

I could taste her, too 

chamomile

chai

mixed with apple

sour dough 

butter

and blueberry.

The very things i most

loved made her scent

up

uprise

uprisen!

 in my heart

there beat a place for her...

the other

before was fear...

would i dare?

approach her
mad stare?

her eyes!

my head!

cobalt blue

rustfire red

I took her eyes

she took my hair

I took her life

She did not care

She gave me her stare

i offered my self

she gave me her lightness

of her being,well...

she been there for me

she was the redhead in me

i was her devotee...

all before 

the decompression

the bleaching 

the fragmentation

and subsequent leeching

that done her in...

poor thing

still in me 

she manifests

amidst my grief 

behind my protests

in the scar that remains 

of our belle grande 

battle

against ourselves ...

not no 

other