As the Flowers Bloom | ✓

green | a poem

green is not my favorite color

i prefer the blue of a clear sky

or the splash of pink on newly tinted flowers

or the swirling brown warmth of hot chocolate

but green is not my favorite color;

only,

your eyes are green

green like a planet revolving through stars and cosmos

green like the fresh buds of a new leaf

green like the home I never knew existed in another person;

and suddenly

this color — that all my life has passed unnoticed —

is the color i want to drown in

to sink with arms raised up, so I cannot possibly grasp a lifesaver

to inhale and let fill my lungs, flood my veins;

there's a promise within the green of your eyes

and as i claim it I find

that green is my favorite color after all