miércoles, 28 de diciembre de 2016

Spectrum

Red
like blood after a knee scrape
or a field of poppy flowers
or that dress I like so much.

Blue
as blue as the sky
or the ocean
and your jeans.

Brown
as forests
and bark
or those leather boots you wear.

Black
like the night
or maybe like 3/4ths of my closet
but more like your hair.

You
like nobody else.

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