GREEN
NEVER DID I HAVE A FAVORITE COLOR, TILL I SAW THAT PAINTING, THAT SCULPTURE MADE BY THE HAND OF GOD.
PERFECTION, PAINTED WITH ENDLESS SHADES OF GREEN.
SCULPTED FROM JADE.
A MANIFESTATION IN MY LIFE OF PURE BEAUTY, OF POETRY, OF LOVE... FROM THE DEPTHS OF ETERNITY REACHING TO GRIP MY SOUL.
NEVER DID I SHED A REAL TEAR, TILL I SAW THIS DIVINE WORK OF ART.
I SEARCH MYSELF TO DESCRIBE SUCH BEAUTY BUT MY WORDS FAIL ME.
(AS THEY SHOULD, FOR WHO CAN TELL OF PERFECTION WITH IMPERFECT WORDS AND IMPERFECT THOUGHTS, COMING FROM A LESS THAN PERFECT HEART?).
I PRAISE THE DAY THE CREATION STARED STRAIGHT INTO MY HEART, WASHING OVER ME, ASKING FOR A PROMISE THAT WE WOULD NOT SOON PART.
IN THAT MOMENT WE COULD NEVER BE CLOSER, AS I WAS TANGLED IN A DREAM OF GREEN.
THAT NIGHT WILD AND YOUNG, THIS LIVING ART GRABBING, AND CLAWING, MOANING AND CALLING MY NAME.
AND I DID NOT STOP I DID NOT THINK TWICE.
I RAN MY HANDS THROUGH EVERY DELICATELY PLACED HAIR, I PUT MY LIPS AND TEETH ON THE WARM MARBLE IN PLACE OF THIGHS.
AND MOVED UPWARD TO GAZE INTO THOSE BEAUTIFUL GREEN EYES.
I TOLD THE ANGEL TO LOOK AT ME AND SHE DID AS I GAVE MYSELF AWAY.
I FELT DRUNK, DIZZY, AND ALL I COULD SEE WAS GREEN, MOVING UNDER ME AND OVER ME, AND WE BECAME ONE, FOREVER ENTWINED IN MY HEART.
NOT A WORD, A SOUND, A MOAN PASSED THROUGH OUR LIPS THAT ANYONE BUT US COULD UNDERSTAND (A DIVINE LANGUAGE, A SONG NOT TO GOD BUT ONE GIVEN AND TAKEN UNTO OURSELVES).
THIS WAS OUR COMMUNION, OUR CONNECTION TO GOD, THE GODS OF OLD, AND WHAT EVER WOULD LOOK UPON IT WITH MERCY.
I DREAM OF THAT NIGHT EVERY DAY, I TAKE THAT COMMUNION WITH EACH BREATH, I WILL ALWAYS REMEMBER WHEN I DISCOVERED THE COLOR GREEN AND SHE DISCOVERED ME...