Water Color
Dream
Every night
you wrap your arms around me
enveloping my anxious orange soul in yours, a
soothing cool blue of the artic,
as darkness does the earth,
protecting her from the white hot sun.
Our synchronized breathing slows –
in then
out then in
and our untrained, hearts
thump-thump together in my ear
quietly
whispering our vulnerability
as sleep stretches his
irresistible arms out
and embraces us.
Moments before we’re encumbered
by a soft, periwinkle sleep,
your grasp tightens
attempting to pull me into your dreams
as soft and intangible
as the wispy clouds
silently slumbering above our heads
keeping the faded stars company
on a moonless night
When you wish me “goodnight”
a mumbled after-thought
of two words so often used
that their meaning is lost,
your words tickle me.
They drape themselves around me
and caress me with their golden warmth
making you
the last thing I know
as I succumb
to the over-powering desire
to fall into sleep’s welcoming arms.
Every night
I dream in watercolor
and always your colors blend with mine.
Your
calm, reassuring, lavender
softening
my charged, nervous tangerine.
Swirling, twirling, twisting, and mixing
Swirling, twirling, twisting, and mixing
together
into a warm, nutmeg
Each time we touch,
it
sends rusty paint splattering,
covering
all around like dew
in
the early pastel hours,
then dripping off lush green leaves
then dripping off lush green leaves
and
running into
our
very own watercolor stream
of
thought that swells and evolves
until
it is a full-grown raging river
of
mossy, olive green.
My
charged orange relaxes into
a
mellow, sun-dried yellow
and
turns ours into a lush, forest green.
Our tranquil colors carve a path
Our tranquil colors carve a path
through
rough, mauve mountains and
into
deep, fern colored valleys,
traversing around smooth, ashen boulders
traversing around smooth, ashen boulders
and
under almond brown logs,
winding
through the land like
the
deep iris veins from my unsure heart
My goldenrod surges into a lustful scarlet
and
our vivid plum waters reach patches void of color,
then
spread through-out
leaving no blank spaces,
leaving no blank spaces,
nothing
untouched
Our watercolor rivers at long last converge
like
Tyrian purple tidal estuaries
in
an ocean of colorful emotions:
tranquil
green and nervous tangerine,
lustful
scarlet and comforting lavender,
soothing
blue and warm nutmeg
And together we create a sepia trust that encompasses us
And together we create a sepia trust that encompasses us
and
protects us
like
a boat upon our midnight sea.
On it we sail away from all our troubles
On it we sail away from all our troubles
in
a charcoal oblivion.
in my watercolor dream.
in my watercolor dream.
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