
Red
Like curls caressing my face
Or the paint on my lips outlining
Each word
Orange
Like the leaves of the name I’ve been given
A moment in lives marked by change
Yellow
Like the light you say beams from me,
My aura, sunshine spilling forth enveloping
Dark shrouds around you
Green
Like leaves of the pothos hanging from our
Curtain, the “creeper” your mother points
Out to use it’s vines and connect to me
Blue
Like my eyes
Indigo
Like those pants that hug my hips, call to
You
Drawing you into curves that roll back and
Forth
Violet
Like all the flowers we’ve walked past,
Watching us



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