red was hers
i suppose it suited her
red is strong and confident
i could have any other color
dreamy blue
lush green
sunny orange
joyful yellow
just not red
it was hers
she wore it, adorned with it, breathed it
red
that was fine
i didn’t want it anyway
it didn’t really suit me then
i was a passive pink
i moved on
so did she
years flew by
filled with colors
a kaleidoscope
of experiences
i grew up
blossomed
became more of myself
and imagine my surprise
when i found myself
flirting
with red
i wore it, adorned with it
and sometimes . . .
i breathed it too
i think the time has come
to open up
and admit to her
that after all these years
i’m in love
with what i believed
belonged only to her:
the strong, confident color
red
dear world,
as you know,
sometimes
living is hard
so, i have
a special request:
when i wake up
on one of those days
please,
just love me with yellow . . .
kiss me with sunshine
to brighten my day
place daffodils and dandelions
along my way
feed me banana bread, pineapple
and corn on the cob
and always let me wear
yellow shoes to my job
give me a fluffy chick
or a duckling to hold
and money in my pocket,
doesn’t have to be gold
place ribbons of highlights
throughout my mane
to keep me from feeling
too boring or plain
give me a polka dot bikini
over skin that is tanned
and a pristine beach
covered in warm golden sand
feel free to treat me with
lemon sorbet
and a yellow lab with a frisbee
that knows how to play
later, light a candle
to quiet my mind
so it’s warm little glow
can help me unwind
give me my partner
to cuddle and spoon
or dance with romantically
under a soft yellow moon
please,
love me with yellow
cuz yellow is best
it always reminds me
how much i am blessed
