Red,
Like the sunset.
Orange,
Like the clouds.

Green,
Like seafoam.
Blue,
Like the sea.

Cold,
Because you're guarded.
Warm,
Because you choose to be.

Cheeks flushing pink or red or burgundy,
Shock of a ginger touch on raw hearts,
Fear of being left, fear of leaving.

Stupid fights,
Stupid hurt.
Resolve quickly,
Softly.
No yelling,
No accusations.

Leaving me dumbfounded
At things being handled
Lovingly
Calmly
Gently.

How damaged must I be
To think this kindness is strange?