Scarlet (Coloring Your Senses)

Scarlet.
Slathered across your lips,
Gracing your bed sheets,
A rope hanging out your window,
Vibrant color synonymous with bought passion.
Tangled sheets, sweaty skin,
Palmed money to justify love's expense,
A quick change, perfume the leftover musk,
Next, call the next in line.
Paste on a smile like you paste on your lips,
Beckon with a sultry welcome,
But your dull eyes give you away,
It is hard to pretend.
Normality is broken, dullness has ceased,
Two men seeking refuge from law,
Not seeking forgetfullness in your warm embrace,
Outside of yourself, you grant their pleas.
Judgment is coming for them,
Mens heavy footsteps on the stairs,
Hanging the fugitives out the window by your rope
that marks you for what you are.
Turn the law away with a sweet smile,
Fear rising high in your cheeks,
Sent them on their way with no thought to how they came,
The deed is done, your change has come.
From condemnation to forgiveness you are embraced,
The Red Rope district is no more,
Your ways have been reversed so far,
You will lend you DNA to the Highest of us.