locking the door behind me,
my cold blood making the transition
from blue to red,
your smile shooting scorching rays at my
tundra of a soul --
violet.

your tawny skin stretched over your tense jaw,
illuminated by the blacklight moon --
violet.

my whole body had been blue for months
without your touch,
but that night, your hot fingers,
touched me red
and it swirled with the blue --
violet.

the sky was a not-quite-black blue
(i think i was still bruised, too)
but i wore rose-colored glasses
and it all was
violet.

the color of magic is the conjunction of
hot and cold --
violet.