A poem written July 6, 2006

Crayon Box

by this Elizabeth

Carmine is rich sex
slow and luxuriating
or violent bursts
but long and deep
leaving memories
and sometimes marks.

Cerulean is rainfall
chiming down the window pane
while we lay in bed
reading between
bouts of draining touch
cut fruit, blue plate

Sunflower is warm hands
hot against my chilly skin
dreams of summer flare
in heated lips
kisses feeding my soul
as the bright sun