Red

The perfect cure for sadness, said someone.

Red is the word, the emotion, the light, flowing from yellow to blue;

I feel it touching my back…

I feel it in my hair…

I feel it with my thoughts…

because it’s not black or orange.

If red is not orange, but white is also not black,

is red also white?

I say it is the perfect cure for colorless emotions,

for words floating without purpose.

Red captures the letters,

the words,

the phrases,

and makes them feelings.

Not black.

The roar of the lions in the hot desert of the world,

the beauty of the deepest ocean on a winter,

white day.

Not blue.

The overwhelming desire of strong arms around my soul,

the permanence of rocks,

and the softness of skin.

Not white.