She's not the end of my rainbow <br />she's its beginning- <br />I am blinded by her colors- <br /> <br />her red, crimson, blood-red lips <br />which promise fire and burn <br />into me with the furious fury of red river flows <br />she gives in her passion eddies. <br /> <br />Her cheeks glow with that same tint <br />and floating high her aureola gleams <br />above violet eyes which stream <br />out and into deep my soul- <br />where our Rainbow Yellow lives. <br /> <br />Joy is surely the color yellow; <br />we are joined-participled, <br />framed by her tresses of similar hue. <br /> <br />Her orange is mellow light <br />and plunges down her dappled nape <br />to her nipples making them <br />orange-erect and wanting. <br /> <br />Her body blood at center now <br />is violet and indigo; <br />blood flow now beneath her skin <br />glows with these; <br />two hues blending to announce <br />the purple promises she makes <br />with her body-scape <br />arched high <br />rainbow-shaped <br />making our colors blend; <br />and now the semi-circle is reversed <br />to allow me into her deeper hues. <br /> <br />Outside the trees display green; <br />inside our rainbows sing <br />announcing <br />yet another new beginning. <br /> <br />I catch me then a rainbow each day, <br />marvel at it <br />lying in my bed <br />translucent.<br /><br />Lonnie Hicks<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-rainbow-8/
