Red

 

 

 

Red... Red... Red... Red

 

Your love's a naughty little kid

Who’s all the time painting in red

 

He draws a fish, with large red fins

And draws a tree - in red - that sings

 

He draws a train, riding red tracks

And dark red clocks, on bright red racks

 

Your love's a kid, abusing red

 

   ***

 

Red... Red... Red... Red

 

Your lipstick's red, my eyes are red

Your fingernails are painted red

And that kid's still adding more red

My world is quickly turning red

 

He draws a girl, so slim, so tall

Her hair is red, her shoes are red

 

I'm seeing red, I'm breathing red

I'm drowning in a sea of red

 

Your love's a naughty little kid

Abusing me in shades of red

 

 

 

Ehab Lotayef

ehab@iname.com

Montreal, April 1,2001

(Inspired by Nizar Quabbani's "Be-L2a7mar Faquat" - Only in Red)