Poem For Taurette...

I wrote this for a girl who is Taurus but feels guilty about what we did because of her religion and claimed to not be able to be with me because I am not a Christian. So I had to get through her regret and religious blockade.
Here tis...
Btw I'm red-green color 'blind'.
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Burning Auburn

Yours,
is the color of red,
like the blood in these veins

That my eyes, do only see for their shade
Same as, the hue that is sometimes called
— emerald -
That when in gaze, I can understand as
The depths you wear of the inner forest
I know this color of your eyes,
Because I've seen in it
As much as it has seen me

Walking through the portal of its black center
It is both
The warmth of the damp forest...

Wet, and saturated
— to darkness-
From the respiration of the sky's dew
So it might,
- give life -

My eyes are yet confused
And thus so is my mind,
For it is both, a shade of green
But again, a shade of red
That could be your, hair, or
Only in my blind confusion
Also, your iris

This beauty as red,
Does soothe, but

-only to kill-

In harmony, and then

Tragically beauty

For it represents,

-the Death of the Summer-

As elegant asphixiated leaves
Free themselves from their captors
Only to end in slow motion
Drowning in their beauty
Timed for death,
While the glows of fireflies
Flash, and fade, slower and slower
-So that, it might never end-
Until is taken by frost

Into emptiness

These colors you give,
Are all a dichotomy,
They flow through these capillaries,
And are swallowed through into the heart,
To become both fear and passion,

The same as the journey of mine.
As I stand now,

My element is Virginal,
For this was written in the sky
At the time of my birth.
As Virgo.
Also it was written,
That I be ruled by Earth.
And led and loved by it.
In order to be
Mercury, God's messenger
And
Blessed by,
Vulcan, God's blacksmith
In order to be attached to Earth
And to it,
My worldly industriousness.

Your spirit,
Is Earthen beauty.
As in the stars on your day of Birth,
It read, that you are,
A daughter of,
Aphrodite, the goddess of Beauty.
And blessed by,
The Taurus, for its
Worldly determination & strength
And its, life giving qualities
Seen in life giving milk that is
The eau vitae that
I knew in youth,
and wish to know again,
-suspended in time-

I stand in fear of you,
As a young man on the path to self
As David on his way to Goliath
Or Perseus in his epic to Ethiopia,
For this is my truth,
Because as I have rejected one creed
I have then come on to the path of
Stoa
That dictates a young man is to,
Conquer his passions,
Before he can become the man
That he is meant to be

And thus it is meant,
In this conquest of passion
That a nearly blind young man,
leave his sleeping village
and embrace fear,
take hold of fate
and give his life
-to tame his passion.-

This is why I write you this letter.

That this is all part
Of the epic
Of this one boy becoming himself.
Into a man who could be a hero.

Like -the nameless one-
Who ventured to an island, Minos
So long ago
And conquered the mechanical Bull
Who ravaged the people violently.
And for this he was favored by Zeus.
This was written and meant.
As is my life.


And you who read this,
Do you understand, what I say?
You are
-blessed by this Aphrodite-
Who is beauty.
And you are coveted by this Zeus,
as to revere him.

And I as a young man on his path.
-Do continue, as this blindness fades.-
Boldy, into a forest shrine,
Through foliage and leaves
-More and more beautiful-
Tempting yet guilting me further.
Despite my incognicense,
That this may be a place of Aphrodite,
Dedicated so her bless-ed
Might pray to Zeus himself.
I am uncaring, for never have I felt so,
I force forward.

-So that I might-

-See, into the depth of-
Our Earth
Within the damp of the forest
And come to a gully
-The heart of water -
Among the roots of the forest
and,

-Find your iris-

And see you,
As you were meant,
To be seen,
I know this,
Because such colors can be seen now,
I can feel your colors in karma,

For your hair
Is of the same Auburn
Where you were born
But no,
Redder, as if
Auburn were burning

And your eyes, the green of nature,
Like the glowing emeralds of the pond
Or the flickering lights of the
Fireflies that surround.

And I stand and stare
Perhaps blasphemously,
in front of a God who claims you,
for himself

And why?
Why do I stare?
For it is truth,
I finally understand.
Why the soil,
Of my Earthly nature
Has been barren.

For your flesh be,
As Liquid of milk,
White shameless water
And such is liquid
That when given to Earth
Makes the green,
For which people like us,
were meant.

And I know karmically
I can give you this,
And you can give me this,
Wat

Water that cures,
A barren soil,
So the living green of the forest
Will grow.

So I stare,
Finally seeing the true color
For the first time.
Despite the wishes of,
Aphrodite.
And even until,
Zeus grows angry,
and then violent.
With jealous rage,
for such an infraction.

And this the end of this journey,
The point of which a young man,
Is to die by wrath
For trying fullfill himself by nature.
So, he might reach,
Vision & clarity.
Through,
Passion, traded from Purpose.

I reach forward,
-Without care for consequence.-
For my mortal life matters not.
If I cannot feel your colors,
in their truest form,
for once...
And know your living green,
Breathe your Vibrant red. And drink this Transparent white.

I will gladly be fatalized,
just to know this vital liquid,
through my Earthen veins.

-To touch you-
- Just once-
-Before my life is taken.-

-Will you look back?-

Wow Sik,that's beautiful.
and people say Virguys are not in touch with their emotions....pft.

Oh that is lovely!