Blue, (Orange, and Yellow)

I have always adored blue, orange, and yellow together. It's my favorite color combination by a long shot. Yellow happens to be my ultimate favorite color and orange is my husband Dan's. And we are 'those' color people. You know, the kind who buy everything in their favorite color when possible. So we always saw orange and yellow together as sort of our "thing." When it came time to pick a palette for our wedding, the choice was obvious: blue, orange, and yellow, please! 

And the other day I went about writing a poem for my sweet spouse, and without even trying, the result was fairly colorful :):)

Blue

 You were made of orange.

 I was built from yellow.

 And blended together we crafted a deep sea hue. Blue, you and I.

 Thirst, me and you.

 I tried building you a sandcastle from marbles I found but when they rolled into the tide for the ten thousandth time, you found me. Crestfallen. Your bare feet standing on my beads of glass.

 Then you pulled strands from the sun and left them scattered on the ground. Holding each flare high, dripping with light, droplets of gold gathering puddles, sliding down your forearm, over your wrist, off your hand. Of course you didn’t burn; even your eyes are made of coal. Ashes caught in the caves around your teeth. Sparks fly from your sputter as you stutter starstruck sighs.

 No firehouse great enough for your bonfire insides.

 You drank my tsunami dry. 1,000 degrees Fahrenheit.

 My castles, my glass, the moat of coastlands at my grasp. I only wanted to make something shine but broke myself trying. Failures falling through my fingers.

 You found me there, lying on a mattress of dead shell dust, dripping sun and fire back into my palms. Striking matches in the sand so I could see. Holding back the tsunami so I could breathe.

 I saw you before we left hurling my marbles into the sea.

 I saw your footprints char, carrying me away from the beach.

 When I could finally stand, we ran, bolting, streaks of light across the plain.

 To the mountains.

 To the icebergs.

 To the blizzards which once curdled our courage into sawdust remains.

 Fear is no longer a word we can say.

 We are flames drowning moths, bursting the balloons inside logs. Running. Pulsing.

 How were we to foresee we’d melt the entire tundra?

 Laying on the snow with your sunstrands underneath us, our bodies glowing amber and gold. The sparks in your mouth, the melting marbles in my hand. We watched the snow thaw back into water, sizzling against our scorching selves.

 And when all the flakes had dissolved we were back where we began.

 Mortal matches in the sand.

 Floating in our ocean home, where foreboding is no longer a word we will know.

 Each new avalanche we’ll catch in a basket, give heat till it’s vanished, add to our collection of water in the sea.

 There with you; here with me.

 You are orange and I am yellow.

 And together we make a deep sea hue.

 Blue, you and I.

Our blue, orange, and yellow big day J (Click to enlarge)