Yellow. He replies as we make our way to a café
nearby, I glance upon the side of his face,
he is the same as me– like coffee with milk in it.
The green city bustles with beauty,
with stone lions facing the sea, and gondoliers
passing by; I can feel
the magnetism growing as the waiter arrives
with flat whites, as
smooth as dialogues he opts to throw at me next.
“You can’t lie to Poets. The words that come
from them are both breathless
and fervent, belonging only to moments
and moments alone, one cannot
hope to sift through them without giving
in completely, for they are as primroses, both
feminine and flamboyant.
They aren’t just meant for plucking.”
I stare open-mouthed, unsure of what
to say or do, as coffee spills–
his monologue, fills me with saffron fire
and the slightest gasp that escapes
from lips, bathes the probity,
he is what coats this ground in petals.
Poets lend their hearts each time they write.
I tell him, as the sky outside transitions
from ochre to cream.
“We breathe reason upon delicate curves,
borrow the saltiness from the ocean
and lyricism of lemon and honey
while the world dives beneath our waves
and melt of their own volition.
To be utterly vibrant, one needs to be able
to sever that sense of shame.”
He reaches over and tucks a strand
of hair behind.
“I am often intense but mean well.
There is something about you that makes
my embers burn.
Breathe in me a little louder and hold me
there, I like depths where one can drown.”
I smile as we head out, “we’ll always have Paris.”
Photo credits: Pinterest
Poem inspired by the title of Wallace Steven’s poetic masterpiece,
“Re-Statement of Romance.”
Sarah is our lovely hostess at dVerse Pub where she asks us to write
and have fun with “yellow.”
For Napowrimo Day 12 👄 “We’ll always have Paris.” [from the film:
Posted for Poetics: Everything Yellow @dVerse Poets Pub