Compliment

Imagine me a color. Do we compliment?

Rest your head on my shoulder and sniff the lemony scent I omit; intoxicating and invigorating. Can you smell my color?

Maybe you can feel my color. The sun and I are synonymous; tanning skin with illuminous rays of golden love. You may get burnt, but the risk is worth it.

I don’t need to turn the light on so you can see me. I’m bright!

Crack open the whine and a “yellow submarine” so we can groove to my melody. My color loves creativity which sings through my art and style.

Now let’s pause.

The groove is over…

Come sit with me agitated in the ripped backseat of an unpleasant smelling taxi cab stuck in traffic. Experience my color mixed with brown.

Piss me off and my color will rage. Imagine the Philly subway platform on a 90 degree day. Can you smell the pee, my color in that moment? Vile

But, you can emerge from the El steps now because my color hates that smell too. Living the vivacious color of a sunflower is more my vibe.

Let’s end our journey with a calm cup of tea dancing with pineapple and turmeric. The bold and medicinal taste flowing through the hot water. Can you taste my color?

Now scribble your color next to mine. Do we compliment?