In Color

I saw you hidden there, the passage green -
Made bold against concrete.
Softer than a brush,
Your skin to touch.
And so, I let mine fall.
My fingers needed reason as they yearned
but hesitancy
Never lived within your hands.
And when you moved within me,
I swear I saw the colors dance
Across the wood.
We were a dream - alive -
in painted play.
Together, found the beauty
from our every given shade -
For in darkness, we found love
but in color, it was made.

Reviews

[David Scott]

A special love story! Unique use of a cliche'. I loved it.

[Shegazes Soft Blue]

Well darling, it seems everyone is in agreement - the last few lines are beautiful.
The whole piece really, but those last few lines.
I had to stop
step back
read again
shake my head no when I'm thinking "hell yes"
and comment.

[Clayton Bardwell]

Your writing is so profoundly beautiful. The last passage is serene.

[thenakedverse]

thank you so much. i spill my heart out in everything i write, never really knowing how it comes across to readers.

[Clayton Bardwell]

For now you're writing my life. You have my permission to make it happy.

[Sami Khalil]

Here again I like this poem . The ending is awesome.