She taught me red

What do I know of colors?
    Rainbows fade to gray clouds,
and I walk in a strange haze
as soft pastels seem to fade.

I feel the thorn's sharp caress
    pierce my skin and I bloom red.
As the sweet pain shoots through me
my blood runs bright burning red.

Red, red, primary, red hot!
    Suddenly I long for red
shining atop the rainbow
where it always was before.

I feel the red touch of fire,
    desire spins me through space, time:
Altamira, Lascuax,
ancient art, red in the caves.

The red ochre cave paintings
    shout of primal fires, desire,
red, red riches: For rubies
Kublai Khan offered cities.

Bacchus, god of poetry
    burns red with wine and music.
I softly kneel, red words speak,
paint my body bright Van Goghs.

Wear the Cuna's bright molas,
    touch me bright red as I scream
Munch's savage red movement
in f-sharp strawberry red.

I will wear your scarlet red,
    adorn me in rubelite,
touch me with chalcedony,
kiss me with rare red diamonds.

I need the bright red colors
    as poppies bloom my light fields,
primula, salvia, rose
blossom in strawberry skies.

With your fire I have learned red,
    bright red: Ruler of colors,
and with your color I dare
touch the top of the rainbow.