Would it be, blue, red or yellow, like the primaries

Unabridged, unmixed, naturally made

If love is a color

Would it be the same shades of bruises you’d left on my body

Mind, heart, or soul

One of the “shades” of love…

And, would love hurt bad, like hell too

Before it started, feeling good

Like after a beat down on me

You’d, FUCKED me

not my photo.

If love is a color

But it isn’t, is it

If love is a color

Then, I’d not seen it before in my life

Let alone, recognize it when I’d bumped into it