A poem. Red Blue blood. There is something about blood. How it changes color red the color of passion drawn by a sword poured in determination a battle. Only before contact with oxygen can color of our course change to experience love in contact sacred other light and air mingling from inner to outer. Can it be the passion we have known before awareness. My veins are blue, living under a seal of my skin like the coolness of earth's surface my inward color resembles the celestial bodies of oceans