Sunday, September 19, 2010

blue love



This painting, Fisherman, is the week's subject from the Writer's Island.  There is a lot of blue in it.  There are a lot of blues.  I do not know which colors go with which words, but their names are beautiful enough to be a poem on their own.  I didn't go far from that.




blue love



you settle in his arms
as a rowboat rests above
the names of blue
cerulean, periwinkle, ultramarine.

his fingers on your forehead
on your cheek
call your skin magnolia, lotus blossom, rose
his breath upon your eyelids calls you
midnight, royal, cornflower, pacific, summer sky.

sparks along your nerves
                are neon
fires inside your chest
                are steel
you swim in depths of indigo
and memory of him
will never be without
a taste of blue.

7 comments:

Gemma Wiseman said...

An erotic escapade through the colours of the senses! And love the final teaste of blue!

pwf said...

thanks for visiting, Greyscale. Have a good Spring

Amanda Moore said...

who would have thought colors could be so stirring and romantic, this is wonderful.

Anonymous said...

blue and beautiful enough to be a poem on their own... what a beautiful phrase.... blue is my favorite color and now to associate with passion and love... complements the foto so graciously with the same mood as well.... pescador

pwf said...

Time to admit that the lover was an afterthought.

Anonymous said...

What a treat!

gautami tripathy said...

I liked the sensuality depicted by the colour blue, in your poem!

my monkey reads you well