A Certain Redness

a certain redness

shamed and humiliated
before the mob

rubifacient
you face them
head held high

so what?

an iridescent existence
to hues of blue
& purple
sins

you are attuned
unmoved by mob’s dictates of morals

like a peacock’s feather
spread yourself
shamelessly

efflorescent, let
them try touching you?

Sooner you
Share them
rubifacient embrocations
Of high esteem
As domestic
remedy

and they will learn to ease

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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