Kisses in Colors

I kiss you in colors

Blooming behind my eyes, tight-shut

Like windows in waning winter light

Once it was scarlet, and sweet

Warm, steady and secure

Once yellow, both you and I

You stole my breath and wouldn’t give it back

Curled my toes and laughed a smug laugh

And once, we were black, edged thickly in white

Secret on the street in early hours

Contraband kisses that scuttled for cover

With every knowing approach of headlights

Always, your silhouette in every shade

A bright new hue to each tryst of the lips

Couplet

I forgot the snow, and it shocked me
With all of its white electricity

Writing Hands

So often lately I have felt lacking in drive.  I would look around and think, What on earth am I doing, and why?  There was no why.  It's been the cause of no small amount of stress in my life over the past little while.  Only recently I realized that my passion is, and always has been, writing.  It's a God-given talent, it's 99% of who I am, and it's all I want to do with my life.  This poem is a self-apology for forgetting about that for a while.

Dear writing hands, this

Is my apology

For your emaciation

Your cruel starvation

From your vivid, wordy fare

Dear writing hands, I

Will not make excuses

I forgot the feeling and sound

Of the pen in my hand

And the letters in my head

Dear writing hands, you

Are deep in my heart

At the core, squeezing

Pumping the blood, rich, dark

That gurgles with whispers of so much to say