A Black Love

A Black Love

A Poem by Foxemerald

 


A kaleidoscope,
rests on my knees,
while I eat pumpkin bread.

I am hungered,
the shells in my bread-
fall with a clatter.
I thus examine the seedling,
for never did I eat pumpkin,
with seeds in it.

But the kaleidoscope glitters,
sparkling, I place a hand,
shoving away the brightness.


A cold tingling follows,
coursing throughout my blood-
gently I pick up the kaleidoscope.

You extend a soft pale hand,
so baby in softness . . .
like a dandy.

I turn away,
my eyes malevolent in their-
why, why must you give me,
such color,
your eyes so varied a spectrum.


Clouds do I see,
their pure white,
rain,
a deep, loving blue,
I want so much to swim in ~

But when blackened,
they are truly marvelous.

In your kaleidoscope,
I walk proudly with the blackness,
for who could ever own a man,
with eyes a sparkling, rushing black?
Black a voluptuous,
black angry,
black sparkles,
shatters,
as I hit the floor.

Black all around me!

Your kaleidoscope has turned-
black!

The trees in a black forest,
are your hands and arms.

I once was proud,
love,
to know you had, a darkness,
for so well did our flights, rest with us . . .
we kissed so easily . . .
then the blue came out,
as did our warmth,
enshroud us.

Your eyes turned fiery,
and all of our loving,
a bright, red yellow rainbow,
and did once exalt,
and you put your arms around me.

Now, I am only in the dark.

I throw the kaleidoscope away roughly.

"No more," I whisper.


"It is too black,
a black, black love."

© 2012 Foxemerald


Author's Note

Foxemerald
Slightly angst, sad.

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Wow - thought I would review your first write and I am pleased I did! I was reminded that a close connection exists between people who help and hurt as well. In the same way that improving the quality and happiness of our lives may demand some suffering, improving the quality and happiness of our beloved's life may require such suffering. Your words have stimulated my little grey cells and this was 'my' interpretation of the piece...:-)

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Wow! Thank you so much for your words. I haven't read over these pieces for awhile, and have just re.. read more

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