building a home

you caught me in my red shoes as you stood there in your red hat...there was the red of your shirt in the woods and the red of my cape by the river..the red mugs from our afternoon tea and the basket of rubies you gave me to hide.......i saw your lips they were red..your heart thru all those layers- red.....red came to my cheeks quickly........
but i saw the stop sign and it too was red, and that street light is red.....and they are telling us to stop and that is what we do- we stop and wait for it to change, but it never does change, never a green light..just red
did you see the red stop light