poetry about colors

22 Apr 2010

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Orange, The Unrhymable Word

Orange, the Unrhymable Word

The color, the fruit
…the color of the fruit
The word, orange

It used to be called yellowred
One word not two
Things change

Her favorite color was orange
Can you guess her favorite fruit?

She mastered the fine art
Of peeling the skin
In one whole piece

Slowly she would push
Her slender fingers into
The center and divide
Sharing with me the slices

We would watch the sun set
Yellowred on the horizon
She would peel off the
Hard, uncompromising
Cynical armor
Of my outer self
Leaving me raw but whole

She carefully removes
The remaining pith

Slowly, she would push
Herself into my center
And force me to divulge
The secrets of my inner self

Wet and sticky
We share the slices
Bitter and sweet
We plant the seeds
She…squeezes
We entwine

Orange, the unrhymable word…

The subject of this post, “orange”, was suggested to me by Ivy. See this post for more details.

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4 May 2007

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Colors

Each design seemed of mirrors
Sliced thin to string
And woven thread-like
Into the fabric
Of her blood blue jeans

If I concentrated hard enough
I could truly
See myself in her pants

Silk blouse –
The color of
A six winged angel’s
Lust –
Hung loosely
About her left shoulder,
Line slanting
Tightening about her chest
Before disappearing
Underneath her right
Underarm

She took a step
In those glass heels
And then another
Scraping scratching
Breaking again and again
Something inside of me

She walked like
The moon sings
Body shaped
Like a black hole’s
Orgasm

As if she knew, she smiled
I could imagine Lucifer smiled
Exactly like that
As he bowed before his lord

Knowing what was to come

A smile that
Preludes the coming war
For my soul

Wanting to conquer
And claim Heaven
Yet falling and
Falling into her
Finding Hell

Truly –
There is no
Place like home

She laughed
As if she
Read my thoughts
Sounding like
An alien rainbow

Rising water
Not of this world
Forming clouds these skies
Have never seen
Spectrum reflected
By unfamiliar sun

Neither beautiful nor ugly
Exotic. Enticing, at the same time,
Frightening

Genuine too
As that smile is reflected
In those eyes
The color of a desert’s disdain
For moisture

Yet I drown