I used to assume I was subtle shades of blue-
Simple hues,
Unprepared for complexity.

But oh God,
I turn red when you look at me
And I catch your eyes lingering
Longer than you'd like to admit
As if you're a wanderlust traveler
Discovering borderlines

I turn red
When your fingertips trace me
And start to imitate this ocean of sheets;
Curling around me
Pulling me underneath

I turn red
When your lips trail embers onto my skin
And light me up
Like I'm the burning end
Of all your cigarettes

But do you inhale me the same way?
Darling, do I live in your lungs longer
Than a few seconds of smoke
Or do you just like seeing the color red
Written all over me?