Monday, November 24, 2008

Rainbow



Red the passion that won't be denied, red the desire, the flame inside for the curve of breasts, for silky hair on soft skin, red the thoughts that deny sleep at night, red the anger of others if they knew, red the wanting her anyway.


Orange the light filtering through a window shade, orange the love you made, orange the exhilaration of a new erotic explorer, set free and invited, pulled close rather than pushed away, orange the words of the song you discovered together, orange like a dawn when you wake up laughing.


Yellow when you finally know you aren't alone and that a whole world is lit up like a stage before you, yellow the irrepressible joy that, yes, this is possible and every girl you see is a possibility if only in your secret heart, yellow the falling in love, yellow the hope, yellow the reality of a sweet flesh world that was there all the time but has now opened up to you like the wings of a butterfly.


Green the full summer sweetness of the love of two women in the lushness of themselves, green love's bird whose colors become a dream of flying, whose feathers catch you in her arms all night, green the shelter of knowing who you are, what you want, and having it, in excess of anything you ever believed possible.


Blue when she's gone, when the bed's too wide and the night's too long, blue when you're alone again and you've forgotten how, blue the water you stare into trying to understand why it ended, blue the too-silent night, blue the heartbroken sky when all the stars are tears.


Indigo when life turns brittle and pasty dry, when you long to call her but never do, indigo when you see her in every crowd, and the ache in your heart has gone beyond blue, indigo when you wonder if anything will ever seem bright again and all the memories only mock you and make dawn seem like some impossible joke, indigo when the world goes on without you.


Violet just before dawn when you remember that all you have bought so dearly in the dark has made you royal, a queen's daughter worthy of another's hand, another chance and most of all made you able to be yourself in any kind of light, you are the rainbow woman, ready for red again, and knowing that all that gorgeous gold of the fairy tale is real, is in you, and will always be there, right next to your heart, for the right woman, or yourself, to find.

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9 comments:

Grace DeWitt said...

Perfect. This is a journey through all the phases of a relationship.

Shrink Wrapped Scream said...

Um, well not all the phases of ANY relationship, only a precious few can sear the flesh that deep, thank God. (Hey, s'not my fault I'm a practical Scot.) But yes, so eloquently, perfectly drawn Shay. I love the optimism of the final colour. Hope springs eternal and usually wins out. Smile.

Mama Zen said...

This is beyond gorgeous. I feel like I went with you every step of the way!

Fireblossom said...

Thank you, ladies! Your comments make me smile! :-)

Tracey-Ann said...

This is so tender and beautiful.
You've painted the blending pastel colors of love so perfectly, with green being my favorite ~

"green love's bird whose colors become a dream of flying, whose feathers catch you in her arms all night, green the shelter of knowing who you are, what you want, and having it, in excess of anything you ever believed possible."

Lovely, Shay

Fireblossom said...

That's interesting to me that you liked green best, Tracey, cos I rewrote that section and only that section right before I posted!

Thanks for your kind words and support!

Jannie said...

Whoa, this one tugged at the old rainbow strings for me.

Was tripping along beautifully with you through the firey colors but alas, went from green to blue jarringly fast. Yet, violet shows your hoping heart.

Another fine, fine poem. Thank you.

Cynthia said...

What a gorgeous rainbow poem,
shayfire!

Fireblossom said...

Thanks, gals, I am truly pleased you like it!