Dark Red

dark red
is the smell of homemade chilli 
and your messily slapped on nailpolish 
dark red
sounds like fire crackling
consuming dry wood
mixed with an upbeat, jazzy tune
dark red 
is the scrapes across my knees
and the metalic taste of blood
witch I hastily spit out 
dark red 
is how I feel about you 
it's a color made of yearning 
for things I really shouldn't 
dark red
is delitacte patciancence
slowly painting my canvas 
with a tiny brush 
dark red is the light through my eyelids
and the hot pain of embarasment.