i am red
a screeching hot fire
blazing with scarlet fury
in a heat wave of
love - lust - lusciousness
a literary luminary
cinnamon scented
but hot chilli flavoured
and heart shaped.
i am orange
citris fruit acid
stinging the roof of your mouth
and eye watering
spitting back at you
when you bite into me
oval - ovate - octagonal
when
i'm a little sharp around the edges.
i am yellow
pure sunshine
electric - eclectic - energy
too bright
to look directly at me
without some protection
too enervating for most
to tolerate
yellow - yelling - yowsa!
i am green
with envy and
a little green behind the ears
leafy languid earth friendly
and soft as a field of tall cool grass
growing - grooving - germinating
and gestating in a gob of
anti-gravity goo.
i am blue
and beat and becoming
more and more
like the sky
nobody knows why
but i think it's supposed to have
something to do
with the pressure of the environment.
bushels of blueberries burnt
and broadcasting
balloons.
i am indigo
as an indica leaf
can you see
the little hairs that run through me?
so dark
you almost cannot see
me hear
in near shadow
in twilight, in dusk,
in my own zone
indicating the approaching end
of the irridescent rainbow.
i am violet
so forget-me-not
when you pick me
i am plucked as a plum
and a little bit numb
more royal than thou
marooned
just for now
but verging on victory
vavoom-vavoom!
you see,
i am the spectrum
i'm all that there is
i'm every woman
i'm hers and i'm his.
i'm all that there's been
the future,
the past,
i'm all parts of Nature
that each one of you has.