orange bodies in the
yellow light in the afternoon green thumbs in the garden blue lips at night standing at the crosswalk
I write to you
pages of my lost years baffled between the absent present and the distant past I write to you my thoughts burn out in my mind and the smoke comes out from my ears and mouth the cloud weeps over my head and the flower blooms inside my heart I write to you my words turn into chaos into fictional stories turns into a trifling joke without meaning without taste I write to you like an adult would do but your love taught me not to grow up to remain a child and just let it go I write your name this time on the wall with a yellow chalk and sit there watching the drops of rain dissolving your four letters name.
No twinkling red giant star
Glistens with more red than your lips. No verdant green of prairie grass Can be more fertile than your hips. The sky’s blue hues from morn to night, Are pale against your royal soul. The softened tan of perfect skin Colors my heart out of control. The yellow sun is cold and dark When your aura is on display. Like whitest white more blameless than A child on his very birthday. In you is all that can be seen, In ways that colors only know. Your gifts of beauty more vast than The colors across the rainbow.
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Time and distance may separate us,
Forgiveness and acceptance lead us here, You were never really gone from my life, For the sun is always shining, The sunflower is always blooming, And you are the Sun and Sunflower.
it wasn't long
before I realised you were the sun, a riot of yellow reflecting towards my black and white world awakening the green meadow from inside me I grew sunflowers as a way of worshipping you and thanking you for bringing colours into the darkest part of me
he helps me grow in ways I didn't expect
a short letter to my lover, page five
You dip into the sea
envisioning long lasting and lustful intimacy with the water Over time, perhaps you could recall how difficult it is for others to absorb a new spark of love; to give way to even the slightest change in hue Remembering how every shift in light causes a different reaction Perhaps, under different circumstances, your relationship with the water could be permitted to grow, and then unite; little did you know, even the sea simply reflects your light