Woman as Red (Poetry)

her inner vibrancy exposed -
all blood and heat and blending pleasure zones
that challenge blue Matisse -
his ice-cool nudes less fluid,
held coyly static in repose.

She's emphatically relaxed -
her backbone's elongated arch
an orgasmic, gasping stretch
with head thrown back so far it's out of sight,
her body left anonymous as though
trailing limbs tell all we'll ever need to know.

Passion-sensitive, her flexing spine composed,
undulating, invites the curious eye
around her - follows colour, lines that map
the languid shape she lives in and abstracts
a warm and drawn out sigh.