he guesses, with a toothy grin
that red is my favourite colour.
prior, red was awfully plain
    to me. 
it was in shirts, stains, stop signs,
it wasn't heart-stopping.
the colour wasn't special.

but, the way he said it stuck.
how he bounced in his seat,
how his eyes lit up with a twinkle,
how he hoped it was right,
made my heart freeze.

red became apparent, like air.
it was in his lips, underlying.
it was basically necessary, like air.
persistent, tantalizing.

my favourite colour is red.

- and, that's all I see now (Jacob)