My love

is

green,

like moss.

Its luxury

seeping inbetween

your toes.

An unexpected

comfort in

a time

of need.

My love 

is rosegold.

Like the early

morning light

lapping at the mountain.

Full of optimism,

and joy, its cloak

of promise

covering distance

as far as the 

eye

can see.

My love

is

blue.

Like a sturdy

ballpoint pen.

Tallying carefully

which of our

wolves we

consistently feed.

My love 

is 

oxblood red.

Its sticky, ooziness

covering deep

scars, and 

the skeletal remains

of cupboard ghosts

past.

My love 

is black.

Me the mouse

riding its python

body.  Its languid

coils

supposedly 

tame…

~Lu