Blue kisses and yellow hugs,
holding onto what is and not 
what could’ve been.
Three feet from the cliff’s edge
and I’m scooting forward to
dangle my feet from
the edge of the world.
You’re a safe distance behind,
looking at the tree bark.

Snakes are tangled in the brush
in animosity or amour I don’t know,
probably both.
I touch with green and you with pink,
we spread the colors over eachother,
make ourselves anew.