(3) I Was A Kaleidoscope

Didn’t know there were so many colors. Didn’t know chocolate brown could be so golden, didn’t know cherry red could be so fresh. Did away with my water paints when I was (8) years-old, but I’ll never get tired of twirling your hair outstretched around my index finger, but I’ll never get tired. Sleep bundled up by limbs in pink and white, wake up in golden brown eyes that send me smiling. Want to pull the covers up. Want to make the outside world go black in white, want to spend a day listening to your words breathing out like splashes of color in the black. I want to see the words, I want to hear the meaning, I want to dig out my water colors from the bottom of an old box and paint the way you make me feel, a million colors on the ceiling. It looks like a heart, it looks like the sun, it looks like this photo of you and I that time we rode the roller coaster down into the wind, smiling. It looks like you, and I’m warm, and I’m happy, and I’ll paint so long as I can paint with your colors, your inspiration, your love.