Pallet

by Len Kuntz

She brings me blue,
sticky sweet and gritty.
I take back Kelly green,
those coarse kisses and candied prayers.
We swim in waves of mauve,
shielding secrets
and holding onto our breaths.
There is red glinting in a high corner,
yoke-yellow spaces out of reach.
We come back to white,
our shoes filthy,
tracking in black,
the footprints of another time.