Getting
to know you banter.
Responding
to my simple question about her favorite color,
she
said “I like purple that is so deep, so
dark that it is painful.”
The
specifics of that particular answer struck a chord so deep in me
my
entire body quivered in response.
A
color seen as pain.
A self-professed
non-writer, clearly a poet.
A
woman who provokes so much in me
Reminiscent….and
yet entirely different.
I take
a faltering step backward to assess
the
apprehension bubbling behind my attraction,
the
flashbacks flickering between my cornflower blue eyes and her burnt umber brown,
and
the hesitation in my step toward her.
The
connection was made.
Purple that is so deep, so dark that it is painful;
Love that is so deep, so intense that it
is painful.
Having
survived the latter, the former threw me backward in time.
Instead,
I ponder an another option;
A purple
that is so deep, so intense it is magnificent.
A love
that is so deep, so mysterious it is magnificent.
So
close…and yet so gloriously far.
..I
begin to paint my bedroom purple,
a purple that is
so deep, so intense it is magnificent
so
that I may experience
a love is so
deep, so mysterious it is magnificent.
a
love without pain.
…
a new color in my already colorful world.
~ Mk Michaels
