Oh, crimson tide,
you come unbidden,
like heartbeat rhythm
older than stone
You paint my days in aching hues of red,
turning my insides inside-out,
fierce reminder
of life’s power, coiled and waiting.
Your periodic presence, a clever muse,
inspiring strange cravings,
warm blankets, dark chocolate,
the softness of retreat.
Yet I salute your stubborn constancy,
your defiant, untamed return.
You are my body’s truth,
its whispered song of creation.
And though I curse you,
gasping through clenched teeth,
I honor the force you embody,
ancient, raw, and eternal.
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