Vermillion

My body turns violent

Erupting into your point of view

The curves of my body

Are harsh lines offending your gaze

You say I have a perfect bow shaped mouth

I remind you I still have sharp teeth

 

My body turns violent

Shifting and turning, I feel the rhythm of the music

The movement of my body

Flares and ignites your mind

Heat radiates from each step

You say I move gracefully

I remind you the dance floor is for dancing

Not talking

 

My body turns violent

Snatching your hand

Spiraling, spiraling out of control

Leaving you gasping for balance, grasping for air

My laughter ruins your observation

You tell me it is not good to interrupt

I remind you I never said I was good