I seek euphoria

Tell her that orange looks like the way she laughs, doubled over, the flesh of her cheeks, sparkling and so beautiful, it can only come from her bellied chuckles and raindrops on her tongue.

Tell her that red looks like her stubbornness, the little crinkle on her forehead, the way her hands move when she learns the world upside down, calloused and explored, the rough terrain of her mind and curiosity, fierce and strong.

Tell her that green looks like her calm, the way she lays in grass or stomps across the earth, her gooseflesh like cobblestone, her stature like a building’s, mother nature’s daughter, born perfectly from her palmed hands.

Tell her that blue looks like running your hands through washed hair, clean and pure, the smell of the rain before it pours, the sound of her sleeping and shaking hands with her daydreams, the melancholy pitter patter of her humming, of her whispering, of her at peace.

Tell her that black looks like the place she came from - something so beautiful it must’ve fallen from a loose constellation, the queen of broken moons, eyes closed and heart full, the endless possibility of seeing what she sees: infinity.

Tell her that she’s an enigma, that she’s a palette, that she’s an explosion of the universe.