Pigment

I rise,
Saffron, Royal
A dark Knight in the clouds 

“Tormented by their hands horribly red 

From the blood of their ci-vi-li-zation” 

I’m overexposed 

Milky you
 Ivory me
 Bathed in the Egyptian Sea 

And still, I rise,
 Sunny, 

Passion,
 Sunflower,

Deep,
 Curry me through
 In the golden Amazon where I once found refuge

Until the poppies bloomed 

From the drunkenness 

Of this colorless debate 

The abyss of our turmoil

I’m overexposed
 Milky me, 

Ivory you,
 Ebony you,

 Charcoal me,

 Bloody you, 

Carmine me

 Liquor - ish US!
 “From the blood of their ci-vi-li-zation”…

Damas said it! I repeat it!  

Colors have so many faces

 So can you see? Eye? We? 

Or does a word affect your perception of me?