Looking too hard

Quiddity: the redness of red, or what it’s like to be a thing

Just being beside a friend, they roll over, reach out their claws, without looking touch the suns yellow breath, my friend

Colours in nature, placed in every book on my bookcase, saying quiddity: the redness of red, expressions red everywhere in every colour on the bookcase said, my love

Into this body mine reside, sink into a soft bed of clouds imbued, colours crystallised into expression flow, in movement in my body floats, want you to discover my colour

Perhaps if I stop looking so hard for you, at you, and let colour form around you, I’ll find you there, beside my body instead red said, know the g’ness of g, reside, multifaceted