When you dip her in the middle of the dance floor, it’s the colour of her dress. When she whispers in your ear, it’s the colour of her lips. When you make love, it’s the trace you want her to leave all over your body. When she places her palm over your heart, it’s the colour that comes to the surface as her fingertips trail like a sentence that can never be finished. When you scream at the top of your lungs, it’s the colour that pierces the atmosphere. When she hears you, it’s the colour of her pulse. When you look in her eyes for the last time, it’s the fading colour of your heart falling to your knees.
It’s not the colour you see when she leaves.
Describing the Colour Red Without Using the Word ‘Red’