Red Wings of Love

The bloody ink of my love
spills across the page - this page -
soaking into the absorbent paper - this paper -
like a menstrual print.
Here - I offer you my heart...
Take my bloody love - and be kind
for I am through with slack-jawed,
gun-toting rednecks
whose ignorant intolerance
of my armpit hair
has turned me to The One
who will love me completely
throughout my cycle.
O! For the love of a woman
willing to earn the coveted
Red Wings of Love!
That is surely the ultimate bliss!
In a tempest of passion and uncertainty,
you are like the ice-cold ice cream dripping
down the side of warm apple pie.
You are the union of opposites,
and the mystery.