Blue
Blue's Medieval. He shines like no other pain. He hurts like no other
happiness. Yet, He loves with all intention. Loyal blue. Hunting blues.
Picture Blue on tables painting a frown on your mugs. When it rains he most
thrives on your groans. He loves to listen to lovemaking on Sunday
afternoons. After church. Blue loves the crumpling of paper that leaves
stains on your hands. Blue's admirable. Humble, he claims nothing but
all want to claim him. Blue.

Red
Calm Red, like a stain. Still, stationary to your touch. Unsettling to the
coroner. Perplexing to the blooming girl. Nourishing to growing babies.
She's has endless boundaries in this vessel, in my veins. Flowing Red.
Constipated Red. When she's mad you can never tell until she swells,
leaving you pick. Red's revenge on flags of other nations at the time
of war. Fearless men and women fight spilling red for honor. Nobel red. The
core...Red.

Yellow
Bright, you hurt my eyes. she's like a little girl, never giving
enough. Yellow like the sun. She moves fast like cars racing. Holds on to my
ears as I move to hear his voice whisper my name. Yellow settling, yet not
to calming. Pictures of wild flowers makes her want to eat all day. A
brighter Yellow emerges. How could it be? Yellow makes you want to turn gray
by toning it down a while. Yellow shines all to well...Yellow


 
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