It's There I Want To Be
They asked the poet to describe his love as a color....
This is not where I want to be! Twirling in my head is the question, "What the hell does it matter what color I call my love?"
Take me instead to between the colors
to between the letters of L O V E
It's there I want to be
In between what is left forsaken - as though the in between moments are but a pause of meaningless nothing before the next word or action
No! Take me to the pause
Let me breathe in the the nothing
Let me melt into what I can not possibly know when I name and frame my love a color