Love…

is purple like a party dress,

soft like a baby’s butt.

Love ripples like ocean waves

coming ashore

on a calm day.

It is red like sweat,

like tears,

like blood.

Red like lady bug luck

flying into the future.

Love happens everyday

when you look into someone’s eyes

and see only them,

when you can think of no one else.

Love tastes sweet

like cookie dough ice cream from Caroline’s,

but can also be sour

like a lemon squeezed up Pedro’s nose

or dripped into Michael’s eyes.

Love would feel soft

like a feather pillow

that sometimes pokes you

when you least

expect it.

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Anxious…

is yellow like the sun

trying to rise,

orange like a single tiger lilly,

purple like flickering lights.

It happens when you’re waiting

for something to happen

and you don’t know what it is.

It happens when you’re hungry

and your insides are stretching out.

Anxious smells like chicken biscuits and gravy

simmering on the stove

and feels like a fluffy pillow

you are not allowed

to lay your head on.

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