The Color Wheel
i stood there.
i stood there looking into his eyes,
his eyes.
his eyes were warm,
warmth which i cannot explain in this century.
warmth.
oranges, yellows, pinks,
warmth which hugs your tired feet,
warmth you imagine when you are alone and lonely,
warmth.
his eyes were warm.
his face, sweet.
so sweet.
sweet enough to give it a tug,
give it a tug or two,
a sweet
tender
tug.
because he knew him,
and i knew him,
and he knew that i knew him,
i knew that he knew that i knew,
and it was silence.
silence of sweetness.
sweetness of god.
the sweetened you might imagine,
in gods honey bee garden.
the smell of flowers.
the delightful smell,
of spring,
of laughter,
of surprise of youth.
the sweet taste of love.
the pond you hope to swim in for eternity,
this sweetness.
i saw.
i felt,
my heart puddled into this sweetness.
this nectar.
one might only feel in god,
i saw in his eyes.
and his face.
warm face.
warm heart.
a winters oven heart.
gladly embracing the lonely stranger,
so mercifully,
so gently.
tall he stands
looking slighting down
into my eyes.
eyes which can only hope to flower.
to yearn
for tender touch.
body mind and soul
embrace.
a dance of,
orange and blue.
green and red.
yellow and purple.
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