On how to wear your skin 

Red burns with fury and rage,

a spark that ignites a blaze, 

Coal’s fiery bite, an angel cries

Hemorrhaging occurs when hearts collide

Green flows in a painter’s flare, 

Grounded, barefoot in the fresh air,

Ants and bees crushed beneath her feet

Stinging, humming at earth’s beat

Blue laps at toes on the shore in gentle raves, 

A message in a bottle drifts faint and brave

After a while a storm can rise

crashing waves under an open sky

for shades of black and secrets in gray,

capture moments before they stray;

a photographer’s eye searches for the light, 

a journal’s ink that refuses to blink, 

where silence breaks through the night

On days when your mood collides,

when indecision refuses to hide

Fret not over a single hue,

close your eyes,

let them all bleed through

Take your time exploring the skin

No need to hurry,

another day and a new mood begins