Joy

Joy is black, like a puppy's warm fur, 
Or the back of your eyelids as you drift of to sleep
Joy floods my head, like a high I crave
It reminds me of the time I went to a movie theater with my mom for the first time
Joy makes me feel bubbly, and energetic, like I need to run wild
It makes me want to dance

Joy is black, because it's hard to see through.