Friday, February 6, 2009

February 3, 2009

I've said cerulean before,
aquamarine and burnt sienna.
I've claimed daffodil and lilac,
both puce and char truce.

But the shirts I wear are blue
and the curtains that hold
my windless room are blue, and the 
marble of the kitchen and the
marbles of her eyes are blue.
A perfect, full, unaided blue.

And if I were to be honest and
stop trying so hard to be different,
I would probably say
tangerine infused with a 
milky topaz.  Like some people
are into music, I guess I'm
just really into colors.

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