ORANGE LOVE
Orange fire
electrifies the air.
Fairy wings insinuating my swing.
Being apart in a rapture of fire,
my orange hair floats in the wind.
Acid clouds dissipate the rainbow
There’s any requiem for last night.
Golden sand and a blue deep ocean
clone the color of the sun.
Orange fury in a calmed morning
stab a knife into my bleeding heart.
Bloody tears are like pearls of wisdom...
Beauty is pale in front of
orange love.
Maria Cristina Azcona