In Color
I saw you hidden there, the passage green -
Made bold against concrete.
Softer than a brush,
Your skin to touch.
And so, I let mine fall.
My fingers needed reason as they yearned
but hesitancy
Never lived within your hands.
And when you moved within me,
I swear I saw the colors dance
Across the wood.
We were a dream - alive -
in painted play.
Together, found the beauty
from our every given shade -
For in darkness, we found love
but in color, it was made.
poem by Kaitlyn Alizabeth Pijanowski
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