Colors.
My favorite color is black.
Not because it’s “dark” or
“depressing” because I don’t feel that way about it.
Black is the color
of closed eyes.
It’s the color of pure feeling, unfiltered by sight.
Black is the color of the space between dreams
when you open your eyes in the night,
with the taste of someone you love
on your lips.
Black is dark rich velvet, absorbing the light.
Black is plush against your skin.
Black. Black is the pupil.
The dark window into a soul.
Black is grace, and sleek dark shadows.
Black is ten thousand years of cultures,
one laid over the other until they are opaque.
Black is everyone, on the inside, when their skin is whole
and they haven’t been cut open.
Black is the color of blood without light.
It’s close, pressed against your cheek like a satin glove
expansive, encompassing everything.
Extending into forever.
It draws everything into itself.
It’s the color of everything. All colors.
It’s happiness, sadness, joy, laughter, grief, fear, empathy
folded into each other.
Even the word, has all sounds.
Slight plosive. Lateral. Central mid vowel. Dorsal double articulation.
Slipping easily from your lips, rolling across the tongue
sighing softly.
Ending with a click.
It tastes like what it is.
All things.
Black is my fvorite color, and this is why.