Color Theory

white is the color of wait-

ing, w-a-i-t-i-n-g

w/a/i/t/i/n/g

w.a.i.t.i.n.g for

picnics with bare skinned faces, breathe

in cobalt teal skies, mix

pink, purple, and blue with blunted scalpels, and dissect

whispers and glances only to say we don’t care, i-wait

for when i can hold your hand without hiding from your

community but for now, i-am

content with white

white, until we can fingerpaint orange skies and

public Instagram posts,

green planets and titanium stars will give way to

untamable hair and two buck teeth, pink is the color of

play, so i taste laughter on your

skin, light brown the color of joy, so i dig into the umber of your belly to

rest, as we watch how salmon crowns

the corners of our fingertips, while my cheeks pull

sunlight into dances and come out rosy, i blush

rubies and you cry sapphires, together we-paint

color theory