Love Poem: Hue
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Written by: Augusto Munoz

Hue

The Hue 
 the main property of 
 color from which your 
 lips left behind clusters of 
 ideas and notions
 was not processed by my brain first
 rather, unsuspecting lips.
 There was no logic behind it
 no formulas, rather,
 a RED
 deep Saturation
 amongst
 strangers leaving behind brisk blue streaks.
 Our hue, that first kiss
 it’s Lightness
 brightness
 both, 
 deafening.

 On a contrasting
 day
 at the same venue
 with the same
 Brisk
 Blue
 Streaks
 you positioned my face
 in such a manner
 and 
 The Hue 
 left behind 
 was that of the 
 painting color theory
 a pure 
 color 
 no shade
 no tint
 I was painted
 as were your lips
 obliquely on my face

 thus, varying arts
 were created
 on 2 separate days
 with one brush stroke
 of your lips
 and the position
 spoke volumes
 subtlety
 even
 to those
 Brisk
 Blue 
 Streaks