Golden Hues

5/2/16
I hold onto the edges of the rainbow
Especially
the color in between the blue and green
because that’s the color of your eyes.

I grasp the rain drops within my fists
And put them inside my pockets
With my spare change and crumpled up
Gum wrappers

I take a mental picture of the
Sky that’s
On fire
And how it lights up the
Golden hues
In your dark hair

I pinch together the thoughts
Of endless
Fascination

And I find it
Hard
To let go of
the rapid beating
of my heart
And the
Thoughts that
Won’t shut off
Even when I am
imagining
the light-switch on my
yellowing
white walls.

The golden hue of
Your hair
And the colors
Of the sky
And my goddamn
Wet gum wrappers
Fit the mood
Of irrelevancy,
Of love,
Of infatuation…

The swift movement
Of your long,
Dark
Hair.

The Light Starts To Dim

4/7/16

Fingers intertwined,
smiling eyes,
and goofy grins.

My gaze wanders over you
while we lie down on our sides—
your lips,
blushing cheeks,
and your precious emerald eyes
with drooping lids—
they sparkle in the golden afternoon light
I could stare at you for hours.
Time moves more slowly
when I’m with you.

I’m loving you
and I could never stop
as long as we stay
right here.

Suddenly the clock stops ticking.
The room swirls with my head.
The gold stops turning into gray.
My emotions are irrevocable
and
now I’m kissing you.

Again,
again,
again,
again,
again.

The moment
clings onto
the dust-covered walls.

I feel you smile
and my heart
beats out of my chest.

I notice the shadows
becoming
less prominent
on the walls
and
the afternoon light
starts to dim.

I hear you grin
in the now dark room.
I rest my head on your chest.
I can hear your heartbeat—
slow and soothing
and the warmth of your body.

The moonlight
illuminates our faces
with a silver incandescence.

Something switches
from passion to comfort
when you stroke the hair out of my face.

And I fall asleep
seeing silver and gold
swirl behind my eyelids.


This post was revised by my creative writing class at the University of The Arts.