I am the Shamrock green of security.
Attachment Theory is the spectrum on which humanity is splayed
haphazardly trying to relate.
Red and blue at the poles
and jagged zig-zagged Secondary chaos filling in the holes
and twisting around themselves trying to feel whole.
We just need a balance of variety and consistency.
I am the Naples yellow hue of
Congruity.
Positive Regard, the color of tangerine, bright and citrusy tart
belief
that we're doing our best.
Carl Rogers can rest, knowing we carry his torch.
I am the cerulean center of flame that shines and refines.
Everything and nothing makes me unique.
I am the glow in different camps and tenders.
Embers rising.
I am the Emoto snowflake of gratitude.
I bristle when people form slurs of snowflakes;
when they're these brilliant, dynamic, reflective fractals
of water woven tapestries.
A flurry of shared properties with
remarkable singularities.
Packed and swept away like a monk's mandala.
I am the fine cream grit of sand
under a drum circle dance.
Creating glass from
brilliant electric sparks;
discharged in the atmosphere between cloud and ground.
Beams of slanting sun
splicing time found.
I am the inky negative space snuggled
between the foreground
of watercolor porches.
Reversing Rorshach's
illusion of a world that's black
and white.
I am the stucco hibiscus spiral of resiliency.
The room I passed through in infancy and revisit
to claim who I want to be.
I am the splattered apron of Polyamory.
The primary palette of pansexuality.
Creating a collage, hodge-podge of memories.
When you stand in my studio,
the mess is the masterpiece.
Or mistresspiece.
I own my femininity.
I am the Goddess Cerdata,
a title gifted to me.
Heart Giver.
The grafted union of Hindu and Latin.
My Champion creates abundantly.
I wear a gilded leaf crown
upon pixie petals
dipped in Ginger Rose.
I am anointed by fingers and prose.
I am honeysuckle sunshine.
Indigo between starlight.
A nebula galaxy
the colors of curious, teal and lime green;
a flash of diffusing light reaching for infinity.
Florescent illumination
of parts unseen.
I am a soul blanket;
A kaleidoscopic quilt of various textures and dimensionality.
Each love and lover a patch.
Basting stitches hold to me what is carefully attached.
Parts of me are stained, frayed, or gray
with time and well-worn clinging.
Parts are prominently vibrant,
ready for the flinging.
All of me wrapped and draped,
resting in the warmth we shared.
Never folded at the foot of the bed,
but spread upon the frame.
I am a golden opal prism;
a milky, warm farrago of facets
waiting to be explored
and exploring.
I am a Crystal Gem whose weapon is a bubble-shield of mirrors;
A biodome of pain and potential.
An invitation to grow.
The holographic periwinkle of hope.
And I'm hoping
to empower from a place
privilege has afforded me.
I am connection, embodied.
A translucent lighthouse
constructed by community.
Sturdy spiral ascension to the wisdom inside of me
that I am a safe place to be.
About the Creator
Sky
Hello! I'm Sky. I'm 31, married, polyamorous, and in grad school to be a counselor. My undergrad degree is in Painting and I minored in Poetry. I am a bodyworker, a relationship coach, relational leader, and Lioness of Infinite Heart.
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