You said you were more fluid,
Not quite like me, you insisted.
And, I thought you meant
Like water, unlike chocolate.
‘What about color?’, I persisted,
‘Any color you like, darling!’, you said.
I thought to myself, ‘that’s straight out of Pink Floyd?’
Instead, ‘Like my carnelian earrings,’ I smilingly jibed.
Now, I wonder why I mistook you for the blazing sun,
When you were only another blood thirsty chameleon,
Intent on gouching out, and, escaping with an eye;
And, relieved at my close escape, I heave a sigh!
* I also submitted this entry for One Shot Poetry’s One Shot Wednesday. Do check them out for diverse poetic reads and talents 🙂