I Am Orange
Thursday, July 3rd, 2008(©2008 - do not reproduce in any form without express permission from the author.)
I am the color of a summer buttercup
held up to the chin
It glows, do you like butter?
Of the center of an egg
Not a store egg, flat and pale
but farm fresh, straight from the chicken
firm and tall and deep
nutritious, full of flavor
and surprise
Of a leather bound book, soft and supple
I am the color of scotch broom and lily
the delicate feather of a macaw
a winter fire, roaring with heat to keep out the storm
Like the sun on a spring morning
when your desire to run through a field of tall grass
overwhelms you
or the moon on an early autumn early evening
lazy and alive sitting fat and low in the dark sky
when you ache to disappear into the arms of a lover
and entwine yourself with the beating heart of life
I am the red of hunger and the yellow of fulfilment
blended together
bright and vibrant
and I will infect you with my energy.
Los Angeles - July 2, 2008
