My blue blood poet!

you are green, you are amber never red? some days I am alerted for your green glow... then you turn into alluring amber indicating to proceed with caution like sodium lights my cigarette light at night and limbo land in my illuminated red Prada dress waiting innocently for you to proceed my blue blood poet! why do you look like traffic lights? Gunsel Djemal 12/8/2009 Randisbourne Gardens-London