You have so many beautiful words
But I lost my dictionary
The last time life came to visit me...
You say it's  amber, salmon, sage, ocher, rosewood
But all I see is red, black and black mixed with blue
The color of bruises,
The bloodiness of scars
Will you lend me your dictionary
So I can borrow some fancy words
And put them in..
Just like ribbons and lost stars
To cover the surfaces that have been marred....