In this garden of indifference
The sun looks strange in Gamboge haze
Colors overwhelm my eyes
Confusion stalks a cobalt sky
Fragrance bleeding, daylight lingers
Viridian nails on covetous fingers
Upon a bed of grass, we lay
More a blanket that you stole
In Saint Maarten, three years ago
Some paradise in a stream of thought
Where you first lost your soul
Still, you’re sending postcards
To a ghost who doesn’t care
Here with me, yet somewhere else
Secrets you will never share
A hideaway to steal away
The remnants of a day
We see a world so differently
Depending on our joy or pain
Colors melting back again

Tyrian dress surrounds your feet
Like sea foam on the shore
And is it you I still adore?
So many years gone by
I see you as you were
Sweetly fractured, where you lie
Yes, interpretation often falls
Infatuations we recall
Recollection rules them all
Becomes a state of mind
There was a time, remember when?
So blind in love, intense, sublime
Not knowing where to draw the line
You brought me to the edge
Don’t be afraid, you made it clear
We’re governed by the things we fear

Xanadu sounds beautiful
But something less to be desired
A color I can do without
Unlike the pink that lines your mouth
The contrast of your green eyes
To the canvas of your skin
Kissing beyond those prying eyes
You speak without a word
Acceptance is a given
In the memory of sighs
The scent of perfume on your neck
A red rose on your shoulder
A daisy on your lower back
Cupid’s arrow on your chest
Watching my reaction as
You offer me your breasts
Making love like spies in love
I kept your secret safe
In the moment, high on life
Wearing our disguises
Endless compromises
Like thieves will stow their gold
Trading expectations
For a notch upon your soul
Now, color is a memory
Of a photo on your phone
Still-life painting…more like death
Coming frantic, holding breaths
You never could let go
But always screamed when you released
Holding me like a talisman
To find some inner peace

But back to colors once again
Stirring cauldrons with our pens
Veridian was a poem you wrote
For all your friends to read
Sad affair, as I recall
A testament to how you bleed
Woven patterns tell a story
The colors adding nothing new
But some things I remember
You once told me over tea
You’d never fall in love again
But that was not entirely true
The dark impression that I get
Lying on my bed
Those colors haunt you just the same
Secret gardens in your head
Feathered pillows of regret
Sleep is now the stuff of dreams
It used to be so easy
Drifting off into goodbye
Holding you in perpitude
Floating in the sky
Fell so fast, so true, so pure
And likewise fell from grace
Now, I search for solitude
Life I can’t replace
The summer is a demon
Aureolin bleeds between
The elemental moments
What is heard and what is seen
For colors are a curse for me
Light is never what it seems
These images are fractured
Prism memories splinter fast
Splayed across my bedroom walls
Colors from my past

TM DiSarro
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