Richard Lamoureux Poet Free verse

Red Is the Colour of Passion

Me a colored blind dreamer
My other senses honed
You ask
What can I know about color
I am told red is the color of passion
I feel the heat 
Between us
I smell the rose in your long black hair
The feel of the red silk nightie I remove from your body
Beneath is your browned skin 
smooth and luxurious
I see it with my hands
I travel to pink with my tongue
Separate your lips
Taste the essence of you
I see the blue of my eyes in your smile
As I swim in your ocean
You who knows every part of me
Yellow is the brightness of your soul
You light my spirit
Permeating all my dark corners
You are the color of all my dreams
My rainbow and pot of gold
I am satisfied
Yet I have no desire to leave your embrace
I see and feel all your colors
Satisfy me again
Let me hear the sound of our colors combined

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Susan Ashley August 26, 2018 at 9:12 PM Wow! Richard, this poem is so luscious and hot I can barely type my response to it.. lol! Such passionate desire expressed so colorfully from one who can't discern color, 'I see it with my hands' - such deep sensuality, emotion and appreciation is felt from you in your poem.. The breathtaking beauty of your write left me breathless my friend... now off to find 'Your Ocean'.. Warmest wishes always.. ~Susan

Eileen Manassian October 13, 2013 at 11:00 PM Reconnecting....LOVELY lovely work, Richard...Absolutely fabulous

Eileen Manassian June 13, 2013 at 12:52 AM Read this again...One of my favs of your work...I can't tell you how sad it makes me that your eyes can't see colors, Richard...really! Such a beautiful blue...and yet! :( I'm so glad that through this poem you show that you know the real essence of colors...your way! ;) Soup Mail Richard Lamoureux June 13, 2013 at 7:16 AM I have something to look forward to in the next life.

Timothy Hicks May 23, 2013 at 11:57 PM Btw... I've responded to the comment on my poem. The stick was actually an instrument called a didgeridoo. It's very, very odd sounding... look it up on youtube if you are curious. Richard Lamoureux May 24, 2013 at 7:27 AM I am familiar with the instrument and I love the sound it resonates in the rib cage. It hales from Australia. Some of them are really huge.

Timothy Hicks May 23, 2013 at 11:56 PM You've been the romantic lately now haven't you? This really makes me wonder if colors are more of something you feel or a sensation? How can one explain the concept of colors to one is colorblind (or in fact FULLY blind)? I remember watching a movie about a disfigured man falling in love with a blind woman... he explained colors to her by use of hot (red) and cold (blue). But you don't need to take my advice... you seem to have the person that explains these things to you everyday :)

Ilene Bauer May 23, 2013 at 3:28 PM great title and a wonderful poem. very passionate and romantic! Richard Lamoureux May 23, 2013 at 3:33 PM Thanks Ilene

Donna Jones May 23, 2013 at 11:46 AM My fav line..I see it with my hands...yaazzzaaaa!!!!! Richard Lamoureux May 23, 2013 at 2:47 PM I have excellent vision!

Andrea Dietrich May 23, 2013 at 10:20 AM I think footsies would be fun if you were barefoot. Hard to do in a church. haha. But sexy under a table! wow, I am seeing your poem now . it is AWESOME. a FAVE Richard Lamoureux May 23, 2013 at 2:48 PM Thanks Andrea

Colleen Bono May 23, 2013 at 10:15 AM One word.DEEP Richard Lamoureux May 23, 2013 at 2:48 PM Thanks Colleen

Manel Gunatillake May 23, 2013 at 9:56 AM No words to describe this. Stunning, gorgeous,fantastic.... Not enough. this is really really really fabulous Richard Lamoureux May 23, 2013 at 2:49 PM Thanks Manel, I am pleased you like it.

Sasha Maharaj May 23, 2013 at 8:07 AM stunning and colorful poem indeed. Richard Lamoureux May 23, 2013 at 8:40 AM Thanks Sasha, nice to see a new face.

Eileen Manassian May 23, 2013 at 7:31 AM This poem is a kaleidoscope of beautiful words! How marvelous! She is one lucky lady! My favorite lines...."You are the color of all my dreams." How sweet! Lovely tribute to your wife. :) A 7 by the way and to my favs! Richard Lamoureux May 23, 2013 at 7:36 AM Thanks Eileen. ;0)