Jeanna' Soul

She worn a red dress

that she had bought herself

with the boots that were bought

by someone else

that she had touched long ago

She worn red lipstick

left lip prints on wine glasses

coffee cups

and the cheeks of those she kissed

She worn a red scarlet letter

carved upon her heart

unseen but known

well and deep

She worn a red leather strap

tied and knotted 

around the silver words

she always said

She worn red

one of the colours 

she loved the best

There was just something

about the way

it  seemed to match

the way she felt

Red hot and full of life

bursting out of the chaos

set apart

dancing to the rhythm

only she could feel