Orange Jumper

there's something about orange,
that wins you,

dances with you,
teases your hair into coils.

something alluring
about the forward motion
and constant certainty of your words
that beguiles me into thinking

i am nowhere
that i exist solely
against


the rotted kisses
of these golden treasures.

(against the strangling devotion
to these weathered words)

flamboyant,
envied,
diffident,


against the calmness of your intentions,
the fruit of your endings,
slicing sharply, disolving softly,

brewing golden across the screen.