Sweet & Sour
Orange, the misunderstood and overlooked.
Under pink and purple skies,
That bathed endless green fields,
I wanted for orange sherbert kisses
From girls in lace or leather
From one extreme to the other
Someone who could stand my fire
Kindled in backdrops and alleys
Hid in back rows and bathroom stalls
Even in neon, invisible to cars and passerbys
And in Florida heat, autumn stays evergreen
Barefoot on burning sidewalks, of madness and fear
I counted my steps to find you under orange and red leaves
The sun is setting on this day
That left no room for human touch,
I will search for that sweet and sour color
An orange love, unlike any others.
About the Creator
Lucy Richardson
I'm a new writer who enjoys fiction writing, personal narratives, and occasionally political deep dives. Help support my work and remember, you can't be neutral on a moving train.
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