Orange

People say that love is red,

Roses and kisses and blood

But I am forever a romantic

And I find the most romance in the color of the setting sun.

There is an intimacy in the moments we steal,

When we think the light is fading

Or when we get to watch a sleeping lover’s dreamy smile

During those first few sleepover sunrise mornings while we are dating.

I like to think of the plump little fruit,

All of its small segments being held together by that tough outer skin

And what is love if not a bunch of seemingly random moments

We live our entire lives to feel held in?

I fantasize about cities and all the tall buildings at night

Washing the sky clean of her brightest stars

With their neon orange portals into someone else’s life

And her taxi cabs beeping love songs at all the other cars.

We worship the violence which comes with red,

Idolize the chaos of stories like Romeo and Juliet

I think we should take a moment to appreciate the softness

A relationship made of orange may beget.