Dusty morning light, you.
A groggy site to behold, you.
Your always-forever-and-anything evergreen.
Your never-before-try-something-new yoga green.
Shopping for couches, holding up swatches,
rusty orange and maroon.
My eye always catches, after all these years, catches,
on yours and their familiar blue hue.
My greatest distraction,
the Cape Cod ocean I drift in.
Autumnal golden you,
reverberating with possibility,
moving ever so carefree.
Your white hot winter kiss.
A dusky summer stroll.
Our springtime love, clomping through mud
— the color, your morning coffee and a spring-out-of-the-can cinnamon roll.
Pink hair and grey hair and red and blue too.
Dirty brown hair (you think blonde)
when I first laid eyes on you.
I love all of them (all your colors)
and all the men you’ve been.
I love the man you are (all of you)
the precious color of transformation.
Giddy love today (and all our days)
my forever translucent and silly
best friend.