The Vermillion

That night
When you ...
Made me Yours
You tagged
Me.

Red vermillion
In the parting
Of my hair,
A happy bride, Yours,
Tagged for Life.

Little did I know
That I was being
Swept into a vortex
Of what I had to be
To be Yours.

In your precious keeping,
In your precious terms,
To be prepared and worthy
Of bearing your tag.
Busy B

Instead
Couldn't You tag me
With just your Love?
The red vermillion
Would then blossom

Into red Gulmohur,
On a luscious tree,
Where birds would sing,
Under which
Lovers would seek shade.

So that
Instead of going Down and Under
A shadow of Myself
Where the Tag is more real
Than the real me.

I would
Forever bear
The marking
Of your love
As a blush

And carry
With me
My Love
A happy hue
Unmistakably You