Jab. Back stab.
A sad crunch. A shocked sigh!
Yes. The perfect answer.
And oh the satisfaction!
Of colour red.
Red. Blood red.
Of smiling that wicked smile.
That satisfied smile.
At last.
Yes. A little sweat.
On forehead.
But gone with a wipe of hand.
Of colour red.
Red. Blood red.

I live this moment
   With time untied
I rejoice and celebrate
   A herald uncried

I don't chase my future
   Nor past unwind
But find that with present
   Too I unbind

I'm destined by many
   And yet unbound
A keeper and seeker
   Of knowledge unfound

I'm never lost or forgotten
   And yet unsought
A recall of reminiscences
   Of battles unfought

To the spheres of ordinary
   I'm not unkind
But in this world realised
   I live unconfined

He lives in a crimson-turquoise world

In a turquoise house with crimson doors
On Crimson Street in Turquoise Grove
Under a turquoise sky with a crimson sun
By a turquoise river with a crimson bank

Turquoise periwinkles and crimson daises
Grow inside a crimson-turquoise fence
Crimson birds with turquoise beaks
Play at the crimson-turquoise fountain

Sitting in a turquoise chair on a crimson deck
Wearing a turquoise shirt with crimson collars
Sipping crimson tea from a turquoise mug
He reads a turquoise book with a crimson cover

Through turquoise curtains to the crimson deck
Peeks a face with sleepy disheveled crimson hair
And a hand adorned with turquoise pearls
She blows him a crimson-turquoise kiss

They live in a crimson-turquoise world