A Certain Redness Poem by RIC BASTASA

a certain redness

shamed and humiliated
before the mob

rubifacient
you face them
head held high

so what?

an iridescent existence
to hues of blue
& purple
sins

you are attuned
unmoved by mob’s dictates of morals

like a peacock’s feather
spread yourself
shamelessly

efflorescent, let
them try touching you?

Sooner you
Share them
rubifacient embrocations
Of high esteem
As domestic
remedy

and they will learn to ease