Color Blind

 

All men look the same.

All are subtle shades of gray.

 

One, now and then,

May have a touch of red or blue.

But it's soon lost

In the vacuum of their grayness.

 

I saw in you

All the colors of the spectrum

And it excited me!

 

But knowing you

Is like chasing a rainbow.

I can look

But I cannot find.

 

So bright was your illusion

That it seared an image

In my memory.

 

Other who try to

Fill up its space

Stand in the feet

But barely reach the navel.

 

They feel my

Disappointment,

I once again feel

Its emptiness.

 

Come,

Lay in your image.

Then go if you must.

 

But as you stay,

Let me watch

As the colors fade.

                                                           

 

B. Benjamin         

BBP12