Orange

A slow waltz with you,

beneath the constellations.

A cold breeze,

swirling round our ankles

and I’m paralyzed,

while you twirl with the falling leaves.

Smile to light my world,

a full moon,

orange,

then disappear at dawn.

Cover my sky with clouds.

I am orange.

I look in the mirror

and see myself for the first time,

with beauty and grace

with strength and power.

I find myself

obsessed.

Moving with new legs,

sore from sleeping wrong.

I am choppy.

I do not glide like you.

Cold in the morning

and cold at night,

but burn my skin under the daylight.

Do not smile at me

unless orange is all you see.

like the falling leaves

like flowers in spring

like my eyes in the sun

like my hair dyed with henna

like rays gleaming through my window

at sunrise.