Color BlindA Poem by Sloane HoltThe skin that was warmed by his: Fairest ivory dusted with beige freckles
The eyes that shown with love for him: Green-blue the shade of the Mediterranean
The hair he loved to bury his nose in, inhaling deeply: Golden, like the ripe wheat of the fields
The cheeks that flushed after being complimented: Sweet pastel pink
The meadow where we loved: Bold emerald speckled with royal purples and bright yellows
The smoke from my father's gun: Pale, drifting, grey, like a ghost
The blood of my love: Crimson.
The little boy I held in my stomach: Deep caramel; Caught in between the lightness of my complextion And the dark, coffee black skin of my love - his father. © 2013 Sloane HoltReviews
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Added on March 14, 2013Last Updated on May 13, 2013 AuthorSloane HoltTXAboutI love God, music, writing, and all sorts of art. I'm kind of a morbid thinker and some of my posts might reflect that, just a heads up. I know I'm a white girl, but I still love to rap, odd but true.. more..Writing
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