It’s the color in your breath against the icy air
It’s the touch of your skin on mine when our hands meet
It’s the sight of a peeking sun while you hold me after a long night
It’s the taste of your lips on mine
It’s the feeling that you fill my heart with

It’s the color of your temper
It’s the touch of your tightening hands on my throat
It’s the sight of my blood-stained body
It’s the taste of my pain every time I swallow
It’s the feeling of rage that fills your heart

It’s the fleeting color red that floods my vision just before I drop into darkness