Hazy shades of auburn vengeance
Etched into dried flowers
Was it so long ago?
Four days prior you loved them
When colors blossomed
Your words flowed sweet as honey seeps
Speaking like intoxicating wine
As I recall, I was drunk without drinking
I was walking on air
Like candy for taste I craved your sound
In waves of syllables we drown
You could have talked me into anything
How voices get under skin, into heads
Weaving sentences to satin
Wrapped around my wrists
Auburn fantasies written
on colorful flowers
Was it four days or four weeks?
Seems like only yesterday
Your name played on my tongue
Knocking on your crimson door
“These are for you,” I said.
And did you look amazing
Dressed in midnight blue and red
Surrounded by stars and roses
On your Doc Martin boots
So how will I make this prompt mine?
Or made…it’s hard to say exactly when
And why did I start at the end?
This prompt, a name, a poem to send?
For clarity’s sake, let’s pretend
that we know what we do not
How quickly things can fall apart
I mean to say lovers, yes, to be concise
At the start it’s oh so nice!
How time expands and then confines
In pleasured moments, often blind
Clueless as new love unwinds
Fearless as we fall into
Keeping past lives out of sight
But then again, my pen
Brings darker things to light
Speaking truths I can’t undo
Remember how those hours flew?
Careless in the dark you whispered
The flower’s scent mixed with yours
Kisses so adored…
Lost in ecstasy…you next to me
Auburn desires written on flowers
of my imagination
You placed them in a vase beside your bed
Were you expecting to be there later?
Why not the kitchen table?
Recollection and speculation
Deceptive as my expectations
But my assumptions proved correct
For here we are
Or there we were
Yes, It seemed a dream for sure
Ravishingly beautiful,
the scent filled up the room
Like infatuation fills the soul
Infects the mind with what could be
Endless possibilities
in the instance of a kiss
Mystic waves of revelations
Painting over narratives
Layers upon layers peeling
Like hours melting into days
Days to weeks and weeks to months
Was it four days or four years
The timing’s not exactly clear
I heard your voice, I know as much
The way you taste, the sense of touch
The thrill of sex without a care
The face that holds your auburn hair
Like morning brings the bleach blonde light
Kills the shadows of the night
Flowers dried, long since died
Hanging in the corner
Pinned to the wall with a pink ribbon
And a note saying, “I love you!”
on yellowed paper
Four days? Four months? Four years?
Keeping up appearances
Question marks so plain to see
The essence of a story (old)
Vengeance is a bed made (cold)
Kept us focused on beginnings
Oh, so easy at the starting
Everything is sunshine days
Sex like drugs to keep us flying
Past the truth we keep denying
Auburn regrets scrawled in my memory
Soft pink lips and kisses deep
Purple nails across my shoulders
Secrets you could never keep
Yet, you blame…I do the same
Creating mayhem with our names
I hurt you one too many times
Where once our love was so sublime
Like the night of our first date
Your auburn adoration spoken
Into those beautiful flowers
You placed lovingly
On your nightstand
TM DiSarro
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