This feeling is familiar,
though you know her all the same.
A wrenching, tugging once removed
goes by a different name.

pots and pans,
plots and plans,
a bouncing of the knee.
a trip, a stare, caught in a snare,
my face too red to see.

I like my colors uppercase,
thoughts diluted,
worries muted.

Colors so loud they make you see shapes and swirls.
Colors for all of my multifaceted girls.

Colors so warm like a loving embrace.
Colors unafraid to take up space.

Colors that complement.
Colors for compliments.

Colors for me and colors for you.
Colors for the days that we want to see through.