The Color of Our Blood
oh how i love the color red
red is love and love is red.
i painted a moment
used a palate with every shade of red,
only red.
that is the color of our love,
of pain
of lips
of blood
of skin
all and more is our love.
used a palate of reds
painted a moment
painted you,
and with depth of color
i captured you.
perfectly!
i never spilled a drop,
my brushes,
my knives,
my hands,
my eyes,
they all served me well.
moments are not easy to create.
how precious they are,
difficult to inhale fully
but even strained
i would always take you
all in.
the fullness of you
all in.
i would never spill a drop.
me?
i'm all in.
my creation takes form
stands and walks,
i follow,
paint,
not a drop
do i spill.
when you offer gifts
they need to be special
they need to be - well thought out.
oh! how well thought out you are.
oh! what moments we have shared.
life,
so kind to us,
the time we've spent.
if a philosophy teacher,
if one asked me,
"what's it all about"
i would say
"you"
i would ace that test.
nothing exists in its full majestic glory
until i experience it with you.
i would lift the sun every morn
draw it down every eve
illuminate the sky fantastic.
every morn.
every eve.
a lover's night
under the moon,
part the clouds
if like curtains
they blocked our view,
if like a wall
they blocked our light.
now,
my moment painted
i observe.
my hand nowhere to be seen
it was you guided this piece.
you and me my love
surrounded in red
against a red background
and not a detail unclear.
our hands holding.
our lips touching.
you are my breath
the beat of my heart
neatly painted in red,
perfect!
it is us,
our love is red
every shade
and every tone
is we.
05~12~2014
Maurice Yvonne
Copyright © Maurice Yvonne | Year Posted 2014
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