My color was once tan
and my taste for love was once too bland.
Like the touch of winter on my flaking skin,
love dried me of color and withered me at the hands of your grin.
It was much too all consuming
when the days bled by with gray until spring was up and blooming.
Finally done feeding on tears of my rain,
your love faded from those thirsted green hills left in brown stains
As if vanilla wasn’t satiating for my sweet craving tongue
I found a new love for the darkness ascending the sun
One where my heart wouldn’t ache
And the doorknob was last touched after a meaningless handshake
But nights in passion painted with acrylic like markings
It soon became a flickering fire with light to ward winter off by sparse sparkings
My heart then beat to a lively drum
Meeting your lips and the reverberations of your throated hums
It’s like winter couldn’t touch me as candle wax seeped from our skin
It’s like the cold couldn’t enter through the doorway of our one night inn
My painted cheeks in red, my lips with rose
And my skin had never been so colorfully met god only knows
I had once been tan
And my taste for love, once too bland
And now my heart seeks the thrill of pacifying passion
Leaving love in the past with my only ashes
So the hue of my skin fades all the same
And summer burns me as bad as when passion calls my name
But here I sit recalling your voice which rang like bells striking midnight
And there I lingered in a bad place where I feared love’s killing bite
You’d be surprised such love loathing lips now crave your inescapable embrace
And somehow by love, I’m stranded in this same place