White cells are warriors parading through the
bloodstream.
Red cells are powering the big pump up to
speed.
Red wine and forehead, furious as
bumblebees.
White wine (by sweetness) settles into calm.
Red cells propel,
white cells ignite;
delegates in lubricant, security and thrill
dancing a quickstep around and around.
But why circulation of paleness, intensity,
angry, protecting, hurting and calm
but for tall stories of wellsprings and
bonfires
granting my chambers their work another
day,
sharing the real stuff in redness and whiteness.
Red wine and white wine are luscious today.
