Then Hue Lure My Being
Fill my craving with your zesty rind
In the mist of my longing, come splashing
Ingest my inn with your piquant smiles
Will you rain like dew for my pipe is parched?
Drizzle my windows with decorative light and
Melt your pot in that multihued bend
Be my condiment in this insipid snack
But preserve your liquiscent state
No! Not in the canister
Who says this dye belongs to Freud?
After you entice my eyes and tongue.
Then citrus filled my air now back to stanza one.
Orange
For Nette Onclaud’s Color My Word
Adjudged 3rd Place
Glenn L. Sentes
Copyright © Glenn Sentes | Year Posted 2011
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