Red

Red

No one has ever

tasted

felt

touched

smelled

Something as savory as this

smooth and relaxing

hot and angry

Sometimes a streak of crimson followed by silence

Sometimes a flash of burning rage

Sometimes an ocean of sorrow, salty waves like tears

Sometimes a moment of insanity, taking over

Sometimes a blanket, comforting, soft

Sometimes a hole, you can fall into

Sometimes an adventure, never ending

Sometimes a splash, creative, fun

Sometimes a safety zone, where nothing matters

Sometimes a sign of springtime, blooms

Sometimes a memory, sad and sweet

And the taste

sweet

salty

cool

refreshing

fluffy

creamy

Nothing can describe it

Deep philosophical

Light, dancing

Daring you to try

the

impossible

And to me, it’s my favorite

I love this, it’s mine

lava

scarlet

crimson

rose

burgundy

brick

fire

maroon

It will never be described

Even in a thousand years

The

Color

Red