When you jump into the deep end, it’s the colour of the splash. When it rains, it’s the colour of her muddy raincoat and matching boots. When she laughs, it’s the stain of slushie on her tongue. When its winter, its the light shade of frost on her lips. When you gaze out to sea, it’s the soft rolling movement of the tide. When she looks at you, it’s colour of your eyes. The blue tint of your eyes.
When you sit in your living room, it’s the soft trickle of light through the window. When you make her laugh, it’s the colour that erupts from her mouth. When it’s warm, it’s the flickering shade of fire. When you cook, it’s the citrus bursting of flavour and smell. When she walks, it’s the flowers that bloom from their buds. When she sings, it’s the excited grin of your face. The yellow burst of your face.
When you bend to pick a flower, it’s the colour of grass. When you look down, it’s the shade of the stains on your trousers. When you gaze out of the window, it’s the hills, the leaves, the hedgerow . When you see headlights in the drive way, its tint of illuminated trees. When you hug her hello, it’s the glow of her phone lighting up. When she looks down to read, it’s reflected in her round staring eyes. When you read the message, it’s the colour of your cheeks. The green blush of your cheeks.
When you spin her in the middle of the dance floor, it’s the colour of her dress. When you smile at each other, it’s the shade of her lipstick. When she whispers in your ear, it’s the soft beat of your heart. When you see her with someone else, it’s the colour of your breath. When you smash the mirror in the hallway, it’s the prick of glass in your finger. When you hear her calling, it’s the colour of your pulse. The red beating of your pulse.