
The Color Of Our Blood
Two One-Liners
The color of my blood flows as beautifully crimson as the rose that pricked my arm — once plated with gold in the lustre of l’amour black and white
The color of your blood flows as beautifully crimson as the rose that pricked your arm — once veneered with ebony in the lustre of l’amour noir
Thank you Trisha Traughber for prompting me to reflect on color when I was out watering the flowers this evening. And yes, I was pricked by a rose which had the same dark red color as my blood, and hence the one-liners which can, of course, continue…
