Rainbow’s End

I see through

a rose veil,

you tell me

everything is blue.

 

Orange and violet

are cast beside us,

yellow and green

in between.

 

I take your hand

at the rainbow’s end

and it changes

hue

 

from a color

only lent

my friend.

 

Where will we be

when the rain

starts again?

 

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Simple Love

Simple love

doesn’t come at you
raging
a hammer

is not moustached
red-rosed
and red-cheeked

it may not flash
-a mountain purple
in the painted
sunset

no
it is as
common as
a quiet teacup
simple and white

each morning
your hands wrapped
around
the same warm
porcelain

again and again
until it is yours.