I’m inflamed.

Red.

Rose petals speaking with violin of a wind.

"I think you have two souls." One in a line, and one that bends.

I’m engorged yellow.

Flame touches my lips, I lap with hunger not yet known.

Blood boils purple, eyes smile with green of my bones.

I am engaged.

And rescinding.

And swollen.

And reminiscing.

And my hands have been molded by silk and by mud.

And my feet are golden with scabs and my blood.

Traveling circled line, my own magenta ranger.

Flying, dancing, walking around dreams in silver anger.

Sitting in a room and my silence speaks so loud.

Heart splitting with the force of shaking things torn so down

Written out by force and before they are ready, fingers bitten

Hand oozing gore, sweat, blood and fluid, all written

Shook as splinters out of my hand, screams fleeing through, melting snow

Ears bothered by noise, blue, white, that grabs my bones

Grazes, scintillating, a white wind tinted with towers of power

Invades my insides, splinters lungs, makes my nails hide to cower

But we do, we scream “See!” See!”

We red their disdain, some shout “Heed! Heed!”

If I were to let that silence speak.

Orange like a midnight, twilight creeks

I’m enraged.

Green.

No. Violet. And my thighs speak.

It spills from my thighs onto grass, lovingly violet.

My silver speaks its mind before blueing quiet.

"And that’s ok", the child spoke to the cry,

"No demise, no”, with red I hold my eyes.

A young voice to mine with gentle empower

My toes curl with my smiles, nails no longer to cower

My roses with earth’s child to grow

Not everything in this world, no, not to know.

And tomorrow I stare at the snow of a new sky

Tomorrow I come, just an idea nearby

Blue, so blue, like the green I never knew.

"And one day we will", I speak in purple hue.

"You know, your eyes, they sparkle, at night they look gold"

Held fast to purple as she spoke "So I've been told".

Her indigo sparkled and she spoke in blue

As my orange inflamed, and I lapped at the hue

Of dreams, of nightmares, those that flare before they turn to stairs

Stairs beating to the flare of a dawn ensnared and enlivened with silver hair

Stairs that led us down to wondrous hues of brown

And a new town, grays and yellows, the greens of the town hounds

The days sparkled more with aquas, forests of sepia and beauty so black

And the nights glistened while loving pink and black stars caressed down our tired backs

New worlds we painted as their colors put us to bed

Hues that we inflamed as we laughed to sleep in red.