–

–

–

.

.

.

a

n

d

–

–

–

just

what

.

i

s

.

the

color

.

o

f

.

my

mood?

–

–

–

.

.

.

f

o

r

–

–

–

although

.

i

t

.

seems

.

t

o

.

move

.

s

o

.

soon . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

my

only

thought . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

my

only

joy . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

a

n

d

–

–

–

my

only

want . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

i

s

–

–

–

you . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

When

first

.

i

t

.

happened,

.

.

I

.

cannot

.

b

e

.

sure . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

f

o

r

–

–

–

I

cannot

discern . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

 ~ I

cannot

discern . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

whether

.

t

h

e

.

trace

.

o

f

.

words,

.

.

I

.

thought

.

I

.

heard

before,

.

.

w

a

s

.

.

the

turning

.

o

f

.

the

blur . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

o

r

–

–

–

the

blurring

.

o

f

.

the

turn . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

i

n

–

–

–

the

valleys

.

w

h

e

r

e

.

curiosity

stirs . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

i

n

–

–

–

the

valleys

.

w

h

e

r

e

.

uncertainty

burns . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

f

o

r

–

–

–

in 

quiet

passings

.

w

e

. 

suddenly

–

–

MERGED

MERGED

MERGED

–

–

into

the

–

–

BLUR

BLURR

BLURRR

–

–

of

the

–

–

URGE

URGE

URGE

–

–

of

.

t

h

e

.

deep,

.

a

n

d

.

wild,

.

a

n

d

.

winding 

turn . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

 ~ the

deep,

.

a

n

d

.

wild,

.

a

n

d

.

winding 

turn . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

merging 

into

.

t

h

e

.

blur . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

 ~ merging 

into

.

t

h

e

.

blur

.

o

f

.

the

urge . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

 ~ merging 

into

.

t

h

e

.

blur

.

o

f

.

the

unsure,

.

a

n

d

.

insecure . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

 ~ of

.

t

h

e

.

words,

.

.

I

thought

.

. 

I

heard

before . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

So

.

y

o

u

.

ask,

–

–

what

is

.

t

h

e

.

color

.

o

f

.

my

mood?

–

–

–

.

.

.

 ~ well,

.

a

t

.

times

. 

i

t

.

blooms

.

i

n

t

o

. 

soothing,

–

–

romantic

moons,

.

.

a

n

d

.

.

at

others,

.

a

.

dark,

.

a

n

d

.

deep,

. 

a

n

d

.

brooding

blue . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

because

now . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

because

now . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

because

now . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

my

only

thought . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

my

only

joy . . .

–

–

–

.

.

.

a

n

d

–

–

–

my

only

want

.

i

s

.

you.

Reflection: This was a romantic-themed poem that I wrote back in September of 2015 where the affected party meets someone he/she is highly attracted to who ends up absorbing and consuming much of his/her life throughout the days, weeks, and/or months of attraction. I’ve had a few experiences like this in my life as I’m sure most people have from time to time.