Air

This new brain of mine sees in weird dimensions...I can hear colors talking...I can smell colors...I can see the air....

Can you see the wind?
I can..
I see, when it's angry..
black, twisting
violent burst of rage
slapping me in the face
stinging in red....

I see when the wind
is my lover
light purple zephres
gentle touches of rose
caressing easily, my body
blowing blue breezes
in my ears...

I see when the wind
is sad..
It sits pale and still
watching, whispering, waiting
wanting to lift up and run
begging to be held, loved..
pleading for air...