Red.
The color of sunlight through eyelids,
Morning clouds before a storm,
Frosted rosebuds and Eve's fruits forbid.
Red.
The color of cheeks flushed,
Falling hearts like autumn leaves,
Wax seal of love notes all covered in dust.
Red.
The color of cherry juice on pale lips,
Soft tongues burnt by bitter coffee,
Blurry traffic lights and cold finger tips.
Red.
The color of beating skin,
Tender hearts rubbed raw,
Silk on curves and a moaning violin.
Red.
The color of freshly stained sheets,
Blood red sun dripping down her skin,
The holy place where her thighs meet.
Red.
The color of dim firelight as eyelids close,
Limbs of lovers intertwine in gold,
And now the color of my words, I suppose.
Red.
My favorite color.