The Talkative Woman and The Two Star General

Some other nightmy love
Some other night you say
Of course youre rightdear generalbut before you go awaymay
I please continuejust a moment morebefore you close the doorand goodbye
Lets 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
PleaseDont lose patience general
Stay just a little while
Im merely speaking of colors
Perhaps Ill 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?
Pleasedont put on your jacket yet
Some reds are closer to green
Some other night
My loveSome other night you say
Of course youre right
Dear general
Youre 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 sidehed have less needto spill the rudethe cruelthe crawlingreds that kill
Youd better put on
Your jacket now
Theres 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