Red

Red
like blood,
or beauty.
a hood of satin
(they never tell you that in the stories)
a hood of desire.

wolves
the danger is not their teeth.
it's their words,
their eyes,
green, bright lights in a forests,
like will o' the wisps
leading you onwards
upwards
heavenwards.

Red
like beauty,
like joy,
the magic of a wolf's words.

woodcutters
safe, and quiet.

entirely ordinary.

"stay on the path"

No.
Give me that forest floor.
Give me that dappled shade.
Give me the wild running.
Give me the red satin.