I am mustard
sometimes spicy
sometimes sweet
attached at the heart
and limbs
to my other half
when not alone.
At first glance
I appear monotone
but with more of me
you experience a mixture of my
browns and oranges and yellows
previously believed non-existent.
I am ketchup
emotions dipped and pulled out of me
like fingers;
my dark red self sometimes
hidden behind brighter colors
meant to attract.
As a condiment
I am always there
available for your use
as a compliment or enrichment
but never a main dish.
Sometimes I am squeezed
from my small plastic comforts
thereby forcing me into the unknown
to which I respond as
nothing but a watery blob.
Nov 27, 2011
Nov 27, 2011 at 9:48 PM UTC
I am mustard
sometimes spicy
sometimes sweet
attached at the heart
and limbs
to my other half
when not alone.
At first glance
I appear monotone
but with more of me
you experience a mixture of my
browns and oranges and yellows
previously believed non-existent.
I am ketchup
emotions dipped and pulled out of me
like fingers;
my dark red self sometimes
hidden behind brighter colors
meant to attract.
As a condiment
I am always there
available for your use
as a compliment or enrichment
but never a main dish.
Sometimes I am squeezed
from my small plastic comforts
thereby forcing me into the unknown
to which I respond as
nothing but a watery blob.
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