By Kim
I can taste the blonde in her hair
speak orange to the warning of her lips
smell yellow from her environment
she didn’t notice me listening to the red around her heart
But I saw the halo of purple all around us
her feet shifted with the quickness of white
and I felt the brown in her touch
though metaphorically speaking, she may have meant to make me feel pink
The blue crept into her eyes
and I tried to return a matching red but only green emerged
she could tell I was struggling
so we both opted for black
Kim, a.k.a. The B word Poet is a 29-year-old bisexual writer and activist in Cleveland, Ohio. (www.shewrites.com/profile/TheBWordPoet)