Little Red


Your hands
Far too greedy
Like those of the wolves who would devour Red Riding Hood
And lacking compassion
But holding meaning.

Empty eyes
That promise salvation
Through death.
You are my wolf
And I am little Red,
Not gullible enough to fall,
But willing enough.

My, how sharp
Are those teeth that you lie through!
My, how deep
Are those eyes you use to see not at me
But through me!

Love should be
More than this.
You should be
More than this.
We should be
More than this.

Little Red

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