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.
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7 comments:
An erotic escapade through the colours of the senses! And love the final teaste of blue!
thanks for visiting, Greyscale. Have a good Spring
who would have thought colors could be so stirring and romantic, this is wonderful.
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
Time to admit that the lover was an afterthought.
What a treat!
I liked the sensuality depicted by the colour blue, in your poem!
my monkey reads you well
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