Color | A Collection of Poems

I. Red

It's the color of her dress when you dip her on the dancefloor.

 It's the color of her lips as she whispers her name into your ear.

 It's the color of her nails that press into your hair as you kiss.

 It's the color you leave on her skin after a night together.

 It's the color that seeps from your mouth when she decides not to stay in the morning.

 It's the color you see when you run into her on the streets, her husband at her arm.

 It's not the color of her eyes.

 But it seems to be the color of yours for weeks after she stops speaking to you.

 It's the color that seems from your hand when you smash the mirror, her lipstick on your counter reminding you of too much.