Seasonal

A poet once called colors seasonal

As if in the dead of winter when everything is frigid blue

My love doesn't burn red hot for you

As if Spring is the only time we awaken and become lively like the green grass

Or our browns should only be reserved for fall

Completely forgetting the beautiful colliding of our bodies

If our colors have to be seasonal lets let them be summer

Lets paint the skies rainbows like fireworks

Hues of browns like cocoons preparing us for new lives

All shades of blue that meld the sky and seas

If our colors have to be seasonal lets let this be the season of you and me