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Olive Drab
by Eric SeligmannHer name was Olive Drab
And she was so khaki
As she clung to me
Camouflaged in empathy
She saw through me so thoroughly
She melted the blizard blinding me
Her violent kiss bruised my lips
She wore her heart on her fingertips
Her satin touch softened so much
I felt the world's pillows between my toes
And it seemed to be in tune
In the perfume fury of her aura
Soaring the Aurora Borealis of her gaze
Lost in rapture, captured, tied up, beaten bloodied days
She loved to wear green, my Olive Drab
She loved to be seen wearing green
She wore green eye shadow to match her pink smile
Her breath tasted of mint, and her attitude of cement
Long green fingernails that could tear your skin
Her aqua bracelet and jaded necklace could not hide the ice inside
I last saw Olive Drab in a taxi cab
And I let it ride 02/20/2011 Posted on 02/20/2011
Copyright © 2024 Eric Seligmann
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by E. A. Pugh on 02/21/11 at 03:36 AM Great way of using color to give life to a character, I like how you did not totally tare down your Olive character but gave her an honest representation and then just let it ride. |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 03/04/19 at 02:48 PM Excellent use of colors to flesh out the subject. Wish I had written this...glad you did. Congrats also Eric on POTD. |
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