"Let’s speak color, shall we?
.
Keep your eyes off the rainbow
while I mention what’s neglected.
.
Shut the drawer of things recognized,
while I spin this twine of a tale.
.
They speak of aqueous blues,
fields of grassy greens,
pretty little pinks.
.
The harvest is overlooked.
.
Brown is bold, is forever.
.
Look to life,
what you know,
all you’ve loved and tell me
you’ve known such visual pleasure.
.
True beauty,
eye candy yes.
.
Brown be the chocolate,
appreciatively bitten off and savored,
departing from her lips.
.
Brown be the malt beverage,
sucked down and trickling
into the core of my white body,
giving tint to my skin.
.
Brown be the color of her eyes,
luxuriously priceless jewels
I have not forgotten.
.
Brown be the glazed tinge
of dried blood.
Wounds heal and sins are forgiven.
.
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.
.
Brown is our home,
our working grounds,
our resting place.
At our feet,
later above and covering our eyes.
.
We are born of it,
we die in it,
we are remembered above it.
.
Beautiful,
and our sanction.
Brown is eternal."
http://sawyer762.tumblr.com/post/65646604015/requested-poem-13-brown-a-poem-of-color
Online Users
.
Keep your eyes off the rainbow
while I mention what’s neglected.
.
Shut the drawer of things recognized,
while I spin this twine of a tale.
.
They speak of aqueous blues,
fields of grassy greens,
pretty little pinks.
.
The harvest is overlooked.
.
Brown is bold, is forever.
.
Look to life,
what you know,
all you’ve loved and tell me
you’ve known such visual pleasure.
.
True beauty,
eye candy yes.
.
Brown be the chocolate,
appreciatively bitten off and savored,
departing from her lips.
.
Brown be the malt beverage,
sucked down and trickling
into the core of my white body,
giving tint to my skin.
.
Brown be the color of her eyes,
luxuriously priceless jewels
I have not forgotten.
.
Brown be the glazed tinge
of dried blood.
Wounds heal and sins are forgiven.
.
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.
.
Brown is our home,
our working grounds,
our resting place.
At our feet,
later above and covering our eyes.
.
We are born of it,
we die in it,
we are remembered above it.
.
Beautiful,
and our sanction.
Brown is eternal."
http://sawyer762.tumblr.com/post/65646604015/requested-poem-13-brown-a-poem-of-color
Online Users
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