can fool so easily;
yours are of yellow shades,
reminding me of gold
in your soul
and honey glistering your lips

i can see always
the intensity of your ardour
reflected in hues of my
madness for you

warmth is you.
i find it so simply
when i'm beside you

you lead me to fields
of dandelions, poppies,
daffodils, yellow wildflowers;
and your sunny eyes grin
when i skip around in
such yellow freedom

you give me daisies
and laugh whilst i
make a crown to
put on your head

why does flower
rhyme with power?

all i can see
is amber
embedded in your locks
and pools of fire

why do the flames
control you?
yellow is turning reddish

you give me now
more
orange
tulips, roses,
lust

i dye my
hair
just the
way you like
it
in crimson shades

our home is filled with
rubies not
gold or suns

i note the walls
blushing when
you come
home

can i still
call it
home?



eyes
can be fooled
so easily

on the cracking roads
lined with glistening snow;
it's slithering closer
to being lonelier

white crunches so beautifully
beneath my black feet,
trickling with
drip drip drip
red

i kneel,
something stinging inside me,
and stab a bare hand
into the gleam

light emerges as flush
fascination becomes me;
rouge fingers caress
at you. and sparks

crispness softens
into supple in my hands,
forthwith i have a sphere
of frost and ice

i know what to do

you're near
i sense it

fists clenched
in frigidness,
i rise,
warmth slipping
from my eyes

i walk
stride
stroll
run
dash
sprint

at once,
i'm holding nothing
the cold has faded;
joy

**you become ice.

remember you
as you danced so gracefully
in the beats of the night and love,
locks of hair fluttering in the wind
and glittering eyes grinning back at me

but then
you turn your back
and i'm reminded of red
hurried apologies.
darkness bellows within you

some part of me hopes
knows
you're better than this;
the walls are seeping
cracking but
you don't see

i spot holes and
tears in the diva
you weren't always like this
or that

dandelions and giggles
and shades of sunsets are now
tainted with you

i can't leave
i can't stay
i can't

will you?

why
they say
storms are people
or souls are to be passion
stirring
in us
for you used to be
mine