Your Red Palette

A riot of red surrounds
the face of a Madonna
but, I suspect you are Jewish…

The tease of your music

lures me, lulls me
and I develop an appetite for more.

A flowing spiral of

your words and mine
entwining, entangling, engaging.

Your image is an assembly of

words scattered across a page
a likeness I imagine captures your essence.

Your sonance is of tender tapas tastes

your life’s work,
These brief melodies leave me wanting.

 

The touch and taste and scent of you

are imagined and yet, I know they would be familiar
….like coming to a beloved home.

You have captivated me from an absurd distance
and I feel like a stalker
wanting to peer in your windows for the view alone.

Your palette is full and ripe and ready

to paint and burn my tongue with its sweetness…
but the savor of you will come…

….and I will be nourished.

 

~ Mk Michaels, 2007