She is the color of passion ー
The heated sighs and whispers
of promises to be broken in
cold, lonely nights.
She is the color of kisses ー
Chafed and bruised in stolen
Moments, never to be
experienced again.
She is the color of scorn ー
Laughter, icy and vengeful,
over desperate pleas as they
fall to Bitter ears.
She is the color of women,
of mother and child,
Forgotten and forsaken ー
a ransom paid for one eternal
Night.
A piece that will be part of my poem anthology called Erebus & Eros. I'm still piecing the manuscript but I don't hesitate to share some of the pieces. You can say this is fitting for Women's Day (and yes, I know I missed it by a week)