Red, the colour that
drew me in. What sits in my
skin and flows through yours and his.
My favorite dark shade of rage or cranberry
poison i sip in. My colour makes way for my craft,
  so know , my chest stopped beating when you palleted  
me like that. You held a brush to my detail                       and
    swam to make contrast , blue in my veins,                          blue
      on you. Ice that hit the reflection of my                        sky,
sky to sea, sea to skin , skin to you. for a last… Your
eyes , im am now blue. From never been read,
red, said. To feeling being.violet again.