1. He created for her colors that never existed, and then threw them away, creating new anew, mattered matter, forever dynamic cosmos of spiritually affective things reconciling in the meeting of colors.
Innocent white, virtuous gold, evil black, envious green, passionate red, blue love, fearful yellow, hateful scarlet- all given back to the death life from the ones rejected by her from his daily artistic sacraments.
2. Every day he gave her a color—
red as her henna hands and feet, orange as the perfume fruit hanging from their glossy tree, yellow as their breakfast butter and eggs, as their daughter in the rain slicker stepping off the school bus in the dancing rain, green as the wine bottle with the avocado sprouting from its lip- her science project, as the frogs on the lily pads she caught in her hands during her pond visits, as cobalt as the burnt down coals in their smoker after the last summer feast, as the night sky without a trace of day—
where father, mother, daughter would lie in each other’s arms, eyes shut, fingers interconnected, all the colors of the world passing through their bodies-
painted the next day as a flower in a bud vase, left on the mother’s writing desk- the daughter with sketch paper and crayons drawing dreams at her feet.
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