The Colors We Made

After colors were outlawed, we rode monochrome teeter totters and learned to describe the sky using an achromatic scale. Lying side-by-side on the roundabout, we saw a simple swirl of black and white. When we hid behind the charcoal trees that lined the yard, a phenomenon occurred that defied our invariant mentalities.

Labra to labra in a perfect facsimile and with illuminated eyes, we saw for the first time the tinge of love. A hue of happiness saturated the school yard that day, warming our blight of black and white. A kiss-colored stain filtered the slides and swings. Oh, the colors we made, hand in hand, companionship creating the first new shade.