Some may have read an early version of this poem maybe a year or so ago, but I have revised it heavily and added a verse. Hope you enjoy it.
Rainbow Dark
I’m red with rusted coif
Like ruined Jersey fruit
Carries all the shame.
My cheeks crimson
With love and anger.
The thrumming of this heart,
A poisoned sanguine tide
Races through chambers, rushes in place.
The ardor of an orange summer
Melted midriffs hollow
Like paraffin under the wick.
The stuff of sticky innocence.
Sweet potato, carrot, pumpkin, peach
Fill the torrid crust of me
Until the sun’s demure decline
Heralds Autumn in crisp concession.
Deposit green, counterfeit.
Permission slips ahead of caution,
Fresh, fragrant, fruition.
Nascent and naive I fumble.
Envy picks up the ball
And scores, in sick defeat
The foamy rip tide sucks
Flotsam, flings the weed unanchored.
Cast in the blue, deluged.
Hypoxic, hypnotic …
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