26/11/13

One plus one equals

Two souls aligned for a momentary

Ellipse of affection until the next time they

Meet and leave their eyes to do the
Talking about the importance of declaration in

Expressing what you feel after having been bizarrely stung by the

Bitter yet numb realization that you’re just living in the past because it’s

Comfortable and familiar to feed on the kisses that were

Not given in the early morning hours of peace and wonder and the

Entwined legs that did not

Find their destination even if there were many stops along the way which seemed like

Home but they hardly ever gave the feeling of

Unity that the holiness of your

Temporary touch bestowed upon my

Mosaic sanity which has been a

Blessed curse even though I could barely declare my

Eagerness to tell you that I never really did

Understand math.

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'Brown, A Poem Of Color' - sawyer762.tumblr.com

"Let’s speak color, shall we?

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Keep your eyes off the rainbow

while I mention what’s neglected.

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Shut the drawer of things recognized,

while I spin this twine of a tale.

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They speak of aqueous blues,

fields of grassy greens,

pretty little pinks.

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The harvest is overlooked.

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Brown is bold, is forever.

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Look to life,

what you know,

all you’ve loved and tell me

you’ve known such visual pleasure.

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True beauty,

eye candy yes.

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Brown be the chocolate,

appreciatively bitten off and savored,

departing from her lips.

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Brown be the malt beverage,

sucked down and trickling

into the core of my white body,

giving tint to my skin.

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Brown be the color of her eyes,

luxuriously priceless jewels

I have not forgotten.

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Brown be the glazed tinge

of dried blood.

Wounds heal and sins are forgiven.

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Brown be the soil of the body

which we call earth,

placed back into mother natures womb

once our souls pass on.

And through days of warmth,

and winter nights,

it will so remain.

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Brown is our home,

our working grounds,

our resting place.

At our feet,

later above and covering our eyes.

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We are born of it,

we die in it,

we are remembered above it.

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Beautiful,

and our sanction.

Brown is eternal."


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