Pretty girls kissed me on victory day, their lips soft red petals brushing my face.

Red lips are not so red as the stained stones kissed by the English dead.

A kiss is a secret which takes the lips for the ear.

I got a question for you, gonna come over here and kiss me with those pretty lips?

Kiss thy lips and you will see what thou create.

Red", I write "is the color of life. It's blood, passion, rage. It's menstrual flow and after birth. Beginnings and violent end. Red is the color of love. Beating hearts and hungry lips. Roses, Valentines, cherries. Red is the color of shame. Crimson cheeks and spilled blood. Broken hearts, opened veins. A burning desire to return to white.