Imagery

My favorite color is in the tingling palms

Of an adventurous teen,

It is the ashes our passions rise from.

 

My favorite color 

Is the gloomy gaze of a man,

Piercing through my shaking heart.

 

But my favorite color is also

The silky embrace I then fall into,

The healing nature of relentless truth,

Of beauty in darkness.

 

My favorite color is the blood

Rising up in your chest on a stage,

It is the strength pumping through you

And it is war

And it is death.

 

My favorite color is blindness.

And this is why it's ought to hold truth.

 

My favorite color is a river you sink in,

But close your eyes and float,

Never drown.

 

My favorite color is the comfort

Of  hot, bitter coffee in the cold.

It is the vividness

In feeling your presence so strongly, 

You forget how to breathe.