A Black Love/Poetry

  

A Black Love

A kaleidoscope,

rests on my knees,

while I eat pumpkin bread.

I am hungered,

the shells in my bread-

fall with a clatter.

I thus examine the seedling,

for never did I eat pumpkin,

with seeds in it.

But the kaleidoscope glitters,

sparkling, I place a hand,

shoving away the brightness.

A cold tingling follows,

coursing throughout my blood-

gently I pick up the kaleidoscope.

You extend a soft pale hand,

so baby in softness . . .

like a dandy.

I turn away,

my eyes malevolent in their-

why, why must you give me,

such color,

your eyes so varied a spectrum.

Clouds do I see,

their pure white,

rain,

a deep, loving blue,

I want so much to swim in ~

But when blackened,

they are truly marvelous.

In your kaleidoscope,

I walk proudly with the blackness,

for who could ever own a man,

with eyes a sparkling, rushing black?

Black a voluptuous,

black angry,

black sparkles,

shatters,

as I hit the floor.

Black all around me!

Your kaleidoscope has turned-

black!

The trees in a black forest,

are your hands and arms.

I once was proud,

love,

to know you had, a darkness,

for so well did our flights, rest with us . . .

we kissed so easily . . .

then the blue came out,

as did our warmth,

enshroud us.

Your eyes turned fiery,

and all of our loving,

a bright, red yellow rainbow,

and did once exalt,

and you put your arms around me.

Now, I am only in the dark.

I throw the kaleidoscope away roughly.

"No more," I whisper.