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.