This poem was born out the need to identify feelings by giving them colors.
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Vast, purple, cavernous and dark. A place when I breathe deep I become the device that ignites the spark. And when it’s yellow, bright and clear, I sense the power of your being near. The power to embrace, to touch, to heal; the color of passion, it’s vibrant, red and real. Passion for the breath that fuels my love for you; passion that enlightens me, for you there’s nothing I would not do. The color of my longing is kind of gray, with a tinge of black, reminiscent of the courage I at times lack. Courage to embrace you, to love you all in all; commitment to catch you, to catch you if you should fall. The color of uncertainty, is a different kind of gray; Not really sure of where you’re at, not really sure of what I should say. The color of my sadness is an indigo without the light; where there should be stars, there is blackness, there is blight. The color of my strength, is green, with a touch of gold; the gold for perseverance, something on which you can hold. The color of my hope is a rich, resplendent blue; that has a range of dark to light, and a very optimistic view. The color of my joy is stark, pure, innocent and white; I will continue loving you regardless, it’s what gets me through the night. The colors of my sensuality are in many different tones; one’s I’m well versed in, especially your erogenous zones. Colors of my patience are prisms in the morning light; you mustn’t expect me to let you go, without putting up quite a fight. The spark, the electricity between us, have colors all their very own; come out from the darkness, see how much I have grown. My womanhood has flowered right before your eyes; yours to experience the rapture, yours to acknowledge the prize. The spectrum of this love, has been anointed by the Gods; the dreams of a life with you exist against all odds. Mother Nature and womanhood, paint with the very same brush; the colors of my love are eternal, like Mother Nature, I’m in no rush. So take your time my dear man, find your comfort level, do what you must; my love for you is tested and colorfast, it will not run, deteriorate, discolor or rust. Furaha. ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** ** Images For Use By Upgraded+ Only ** |