COLORS: PAINTED TEXTS

 

 

Colors:    Painted Texts

 

 

 

Maybe, red ocher is the color of  

Theology.  Or blue as your shirt and

boots.  Down rolls a canary wing

draping a stage,  like curtains between

 

now and tomorrow.  Your kiss is my

benevolent utopia, down my navel,

a sting like mint, and mine is pressed

 pink between your loins.  We are full

 

of love.  Our ferry cannot drown, it rows

dancing suns, shafts of untarnished twilight

and a rainbow after bliss of drizzle.

Love gathers  – dug in generations of

 

 transient hues.  “I miss you badly!”   I send 

on my phone, “I miz you.”  Nights leave me

cold without your thighs and more empty

pillows.  I drift to where you are, where acres

 

 

of trees grow clad in silver and gold

nectar, whites and orange.  My words peak

glints of white light, a purple book etched  by

Ratzinger, shades of dear ones, halos of

 

Saints and martyrs, fireworks of elusive

time blazing fire and tongues, reeling

constellations of roses and amazons,

bulk of history flourishing bright green.

 

Our ancestor’s sturdy night graves’ watch

over,  as black bulls of science  must obey.

 I wait along pavements of fourteen stations;

I wait along trails of skulls, in Nazareth.

 

I wait down fields of earth, on blessed

mountains,  on a  plinth, only the angels see.

Our hearts wondrous adventures whisper a

prayer,  placid then  shifting a  brilliant crimson  

 

etched on sky above.  Have you ever thought

my smiles are memories of  your colors?

 

 

Have you ever thought my nights and days

are shades of  you?  Hearts of red, God  paints

blood;  bleeding drops of red, brush in me

One Sacred Heart –  brush  in me.! Brush in me

 

that immortal color of Him.  In the red ocher 

temple, I stay.  Don’t delay, please…  Be home soon.

 

“Kirye eleison. Kirye eleison.

Christi eleison. Christe eleison.

Kirye eleison. Kirye eleison.”

 

 

“I miz you badly! 

 I really, really miz you!”

Sends my message, paints my heart.

“Luv u, baby!”

 

Rosevoc2 on March 21, 2013. 2:30pm, my time

 

/for vocations

/ you, dear one

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