"Gloss Black" by toking

Jan 19 16:57 UTC 1999

"Gloss Black"

Yellow, the color of my indifference, barely perceptible, 
barely tangible, just beneath the surface, where it's hard to 
touch, and you barely notice, but it's there, always there, 
until you come along. First it was burnt red, the color of my 
confusion, the color of fallen leaves after the spring thaw. 
Then pale pale blue, just as comfort, like the edges of the 
sky, the beginning of the horizon, pale and washed out, subtle 
in every way, soothing. Now you twist me, swirling me around 
deep luscious blue, shot through with bolts of electric, 
eclectic green. Now I want you, I dream of you in a secluded 
wood on the shore of a tranquil pond, you stand, one arm 
behind you, the other outstretched, seductive, beckoning me 
with one gloss black fingernail. It calls my name, and you 
whisper quiet assurances through too red lips, and I succumb, 
I fall for you, through you, and I am surrounded, immersed in 
the once pristine pond, the crystalline surface now marred by 
my struggles. You have not forsaken (betrayed) me, only 
baptized me, washed away the past. As I struggle towards the 
surface I see your hand thrust hard beneath the water, there 
to rescue and comfort me, and all I can do is gasp as I break 
into clear air, and I will not let go until we're done. All I 
want is you, all I want is you to show me and hold me until I
understand! As I awake I find myself surrounded by your words, 
by visions of your primal fields, untouched, unmarred by 
anything man could conceive. It contains us, restrains us, 
only until we can accept it, mold it to our desires, then it 
frees us, to breathe, to dream, to live. I want to live, to 
learn to live and let this green glittered blue become one 
with you, let it envelope us and suffocate us to the point of
exhaustion, to the point of complete understanding. And we will 
be one, and what can stop us then? All I ask you is to show me, 
to let me believe and make me understand. What can stop us then? 
Who could stand in our way?

response 2 of 11:

Jan 23 00:07 UTC 1999

your poems always seem to have two voices... i find that very cool :)

response 4 of 11:

Jan 27 05:02 UTC 1999

There's your "I'm havin' a crisis and I gotta vent" voice
And there's your "Life's wonderful and I gotta share it" voice

Right, Allida?

response 6 of 11:

Jan 29 11:34 UTC 1999

I think you're probably right...I suppose I'd never noticed :)

response 8 of 11:

Jul 14 07:49 UTC 1999

id say two voices too, i see what you guys mean:) very nice, wish i could
express myself in such a way:)

response 10 of 11:

Jul 14 12:42 UTC 1999

why not give it a whirl?