you are my crayon
I always must
sharpen with you.
you make me feel
never mind what,
but I like you 4 your
specific shades –
don’t change your colors
for what you think I want.
let my skies B
brown, my
eyes gold and green,
your skin B purple.
my coloring book
doesn’t always agree
with yours – but then
again, does yours always
agree with mine?
Poem in Periwinkle Crayon
Posted: February 28, 1993 in PoetryTags: Book, Brown, Crayon, Gold, Green, Purple
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