Blue

I wonder what blue feels like on a dark night. I guess it would feel like frostbite... left upon my lips from you. Dark rose stained lips lifted from mine under that night; the same time the moon danced with no stars. There was only one dreary star above, and that was you that I loved. It's a pretty color; blue and red. Would you be able to see it, hear it, or simply feel it? The passion blue had for red. This was that dark night that blue bled.