Waves of Peach And Violet
poetry inspired by art
she floated inside her patterned prism
like a ghost cloud in shades of green
emerald green because — her riches,
forest green because — her mystery,
olive green because — i’m hungry
Maybe I should just get going, I tell my bare feet.
’cause i can’t look at her
her eyes have been burning holes through my spirit all night
her…