Out Like a Lamb

Inflamed

Smelling crimson, the
queen of a populace poses
reclined on rose-petal robes
where once she lay with royalty.

Seeing red, a
murderess exacts revenge upon
past attackers (who got away
- as it turns out - with nothing).

Hearing Scarlett, the
hero hunkers down to hide;
witnessing her tantrum firsthand,
he plots an ill-fated flirtation.

Tasting cerise,
honeybee confectioners confer
with fertile pollinated primrose,
blooming under moonbeams.

Touching ruby, a
princess hefts gem-encrusted scepter,
passes it hand to hand in anger
and fells it on a memory.

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April 22—Variations on a theme