The Color Orange

I had a dream last night,

Where I defined the color orange.

With a lens of yester years,

I saw you as a deep harvest moon.

May it be wrong,

May it be evolution,

My subconscious rang poppy orange.

Not a burnt pumpkin,

Nor a fluorescent highlighter,

But more a tangerine or an apricot or a carrot,

With a purple shine from a blinding beam of sunlight.

It was pure, clean, golden orange.

The best shade.

Maybe it’s the sweetness,

Like calm sun through a dried fallen leaf,

The orange of a monarch butterfly,

Sharp against a blue summer sky,

Or a bright mango sunset with purple impaling mountains.

It is a bursting shade of orange.

A short haired woman interpreted differently,

She saw it her way,

I appreciate the contrast,

I appreciate the connection,

I appreciate the compassion,

But I like my shade best.


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Boom

I can’t explain what your energy gives me,

 Not just yet.

It is too complicated.

You heighten my experience.

 Lighten my load.

Give depth to my feelings.

Give weight to my dreams.

You are my soul mate.

And I am not afraid to scream it to the world.

Whether they get it or not.

Whether they misunderstand or judge.

That is their problem.

I want that vision.

Of the beach and grey hair.

Our desires are parallel.

When I am surrounded by hills,

I am reminded.

Of Iridescence and innocent love,

I want to tell you everything,

My whisper, despite the content,

 Grows when it hits your ears and is realized in your eyes,

I hope others will feel this,

This commitment to another,

Your music soothes me,

Your words shake me,

Your love builds me up.

Running from wolves and speed walking to the night,

I see you everywhere,

I can’t wait to hold you again,

I can’t wait to stroke your hair and poke your nose,

I can’t wait to lie on our backs and look up at our hands dancing in the air,

Whatever the contrasting ceiling may be,

I can’t wait to hear you sing in the shower and clap through the halls,

I can’t wait to see your streams of laughter,

I can’t wait to see your purple sway with the wind,

Even though it is countries away,

The anticipation brews every day,

I can’t wait to feel the Boom!


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