Red Like Hope

My hope is red

Like a beating heart
On top of a volcano
Like the sweets in a bag
Melting on your tongue
Like the dress you wore
Under a scarlet lunar eclipse
Like the lipstick on my collar
And the bite mark on your shoulder
Like the poppies in the field
Seeding from bloody earth
Like a rash on my skin
That burns and keeps on growing
Like the spot of Japan
And the ketchup I took with me
Like the traffic light you jumped
And the cuts we jumped
And my teacher's red biro that I jumped

And jumped

And jumped.