When you dip her in the middle of the dance floor→it's the color of her dress.
When she whispers in your ear→it's the color of her lips.
When you make love→it's the trace you hope she leaves all over your body.

When she places her palm on your heart→it is the color drawn to her finger tips, tracing a trail that will never end.
When she speaks, even softly→it's the color of your cheeks.

But....

When you see her in your bedroom with another it's the color of your breath
The vase you smash in the hall and the liquid that fills your palms.
And when you scream at the top of your lungs, the color pierces the atmosphere.
When she hears you, it's the color of her pulse.
And when she leaves, it's the color of your vision.

RED.