Red for radiance.
Fire-lunged, early
look at the sky and see yourself
oozingdrippingsetting star.
Sunspot walks over the threshold, and
soft rays climb.
Red for rushing scarlet in my blood,
slowing autumn in my mind.
I hide that my pride is a series of molten lines.
Orange for leans into the laugh,
Throws head back and
the humming, wild, eternal summer kind of freedom in
feels the world
the beating laxity of sunny latitude, the apricot sweetness of song
the tangerine tang of the sultry tide pools that rest beneath my skin when
moves away from me.
Amber for flames melting my upward palms
I beg them
to create, to preserve.
Yellow Yellow Yellow
hair, rolling California hills,
the brilliancy of slow motion electricity all over when is on my mind
or in my arms.
For waxing and waning sunflower smile,
my dandelion hope that will grow, nevertheless.
Green for barefoot, forest-hearted, lush kind of kind love.
The emerald vines holding fingertips to life- whatever you touch you grow!–
the grassy way bends and sways
those roots those roots those roots of mine waters, and
the fresh, jungle way I speak when I am less than human.
Blue for my calm seas and deep current balance.
melts my ice caps into rivers that swell my shallow salt water beaches
into shining, freshwater reservoirs.
You warm my cold blue hands
I know there is history to being warm in the cold.
Indigo for the way holds my heart (whole and raw and not with hands)-
a way that keeps me stargazing
makes ultraviolet gentle but no less bold.
Violet for the lilacs blooming in and around the world of and I-
our safest space.
For the weathered, rose-tinted eyes
behind every desperate insistence
I am not I am not I am not
I am living
in colors I am not supposed to feel.
We rally in bleeding dyes
Us and our prism hands
blur what eyes are told to see
Lips spill sugary hymns
But our ears,
they ring in
rainbow.
PLUTO BLOOMING 