Shades of lying,shades of love.

You have always been red,
silent,bright and dangerous.
Sensual and seeking,
not the shade Im needing to complete my painting.
I wanted gray,
the type that comes home,
sees the smears of paint on my body and says,
"Whatever you created today is a piece of your soul,let me devour the rest".
Red is crimson regret and longing unmet.
Gray the gracious lover,a better fit.
Smeared on cavas and left to sit & dry,
grey is steady,red is again awry.  
Unwilling and complicated,problematic and selfish red,your words are only fallac.
Gray my steely cable,dependable and unmoving,compliments my palette.