Confessions of a Rainbow

Confessions of a rainbow…

I’m so jealous of windowless egos in darkness.

They beat the streets beneath me,

With cold feet of contrived perplexity.

They march the masquerade,

Waltz the chameleons’ mystery,

The sharpened clues grating through

Their shallow skin.

Arisen and hovering I am visibly transparent,

Confessing the purpose of my rapid tenure.

Clouds casting shadows on my deferred dreams.

I bend the blurred and thinning lines.

Nakedly cloaked in colors, pushed to the precipice,

My passions lingering after the misting of rain,

In quiet stains of sentiments.

I am prisoner to the arched prism.

Prying through the barbaric blue bars,

And orange walls, the audacious redness

Of locks that chain my pink lips into a frown.

My tears are greenly fertile inflections,

Flowering the yellow woes,

Sliding down my cheeks,

Into a violet heart of envy.

Beating for release from this glass prison

Of indigo desires where all my secrets,

Are painted in the skies.

I ache to be less exposed.

To be masked by the face of the moon.

And be darkened in the cracks of lightening.

To escape my emotional visibility.

In guiltless shame as I curl up in the mane

Of rain shadows and close my eyes.

Waiting for fledgling tears to dry,

Before flippantly falling out the sky,

And after the storm.

By: J. Kharma

Aka

J. Ware