Red


The color of fire and blood; danger and death
The color of warmth and love; joy and sex
It stands for sensitivity-but denotes rage
sometimes passiveness- or malice
depending on its shade

Will we ever really know the meaning of red?

Its energy radiates high voltage content in scripts
sends messages of passion
erotic feelings from your lips
generates fear-maybe courage
depending how it's said

Will we ever figure out what's really red?

It may mean stop in obvious sign language
a quick decision- or well thought out plan
It may mean go in subtle body language
spoken on softness of perfumed skin
Please stay? Or disappear? I just don't understand

Will we ever truly learn how to speak in red?

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