red

red

it is the reflection of the setting sun in her eyes.  it is the hue of the tears that she cries deep into her pillow when she believes that everyone else is asleep.  it is the echo of your heartbeat when you hold her against you.  it is the taste of her kiss.  it is the way that she shushes you with her fingertip against your lips, lingering like an endless sentence though nothing is spoken.  it is the remnant of lust that you leave all over her body in the throes of passion.  it is the sound of her orgasm.  it is the dying ember of your last cigarette.  it is the scent of her perfume on your sheets after you wake alone in an empty bed.  it is the wound that the razor leaves on porcelain skin.  it is the shade of the weeping flowers abandoned in the hallway.  it is the burning ache of your broken heart.  it is the color of love.

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