The Talkative Woman and The Two Star General

Some other nightmy love
Some other night you say
Of course you're rightdear generalbut before you go awaymay
I please continuejust a moment morebefore you close the doorand goodbye
Let's seeWhere was
I?Oh yesI was going on about colorsthe different kindsof red
Some redsare like familiar friendsthey spring from the growing earththey flow with the moonand tides some readsare the badges of bridesand birth
PleaseDon't lose patience general
Stay just a little while
I'm merely speaking of colors
Perhaps I'll make you smile
Some redsare unnatural enemiesthey crawl out of open veinsthey creepand slide from gaping woundslike medals of prideand pain
Some reds are close to purple
Oh my darling
What do I mean?
Pleasedon't put on your jacket yet
Some reds are closer to green
Some other night
My loveSome other night you say
Of course you're right
Dear general
You're right to turn away
But you recoiled
Is something soiled?
To stain a sensitive soulsuch as yourswould never be my goal
But I digress
Where was
I?Oh yesBack to the subject of colors
Perhapsif someone tried to wear the redof birth and bridesif one could lose his prideand see the other sidehe'd have less needto spill the rudethe cruelthe crawlingreds that kill
You'd better put on
Your jacket now
There's beginning to be a chill
Such a silly
Talkative woman am
IForgive me if you will
For keeping you dear general
SirYou have a quota to fill
While I carry onabout colorspurple green and redthe badges of the livingthe medals of the dead