I want to learn
How to mix these colors
The cold blue shades of morning
Splashed by golden light
To paint your skies & highways
I've left out the exit numbers
Washed out dividers & signs
My big browns watch your glazed greys
My heart pounds, your heart skips
I'll catch up to you, collide, head-on
Eyes close, hands grasp, bodies meet
Cold blue to dark grey
Golden yellow to deep orange
The paint stains the sheets
Smeared across our limbs
Drips off your breathing lips
Pressed to mine, we succumb to the sunset
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Can't believe frickin' blogspot ate my comment! Reason number 324890 I hate blogspot.
ReplyDeleteAnyway, what I SAID was that I enjoy this poem, it's good considering you have done much of this before. I enjoy the paint and color imagery because it reflects your identity as the speaker, art is something I associate with you. Also, the driving imagery speaks of your current frustration with your commute. But you tie it all together with the relationship aspect, but not in a cheesey way. It's kind of like the relationship is the culmination of your joys (art) and your frustrations (driving).
"I've left out the exit numbers/ Washed out dividers & signs" - one of my fave lines.
I'd be excited to see more from you...
PS. My captcha is "scord" as in, "Dude, I totally scord with Heather last night."