in this red flowering field

in this red flowering field
cold air, grey sky
not a single cloud in sight
even the sun is hiding too
yet the red, oh the red
the piercing red
blooming unbounded by horizon
bright, blinding
unstoppable fire
so i take a step forward
a second step, stop
a third step, stop, stop
step, stop, step, stop
stop, stop, stop, step
but to stop
a wild rhythm, an unlearned dance
naked skins crushing petals
after petals, after petals
each stride pierced
by thorns, dew seeping
into the bloodstream, and out
come droplets of my own red
red blanketing red
wretchedly invisible but
screaming loud
a nourishment, a vile one
for a pretty sight
this red flowering field