Black was always your favorite color...................
Like the inkwell that beckons the pen
Like the night spangled with a million stars
Like the sleek machine your ego rides
Like the naked thoughts you dare not speak
Black was the color you always chose................
To draw attention in a crowd
To cover the splinters of your personality
To pave the way for wayward spirits
To separate you from the sheep
I was always attracted to the blackness.............
Of the color of your hair
Of those eyes that enticed me
Of the secrets deep within you
Of the magic that enthralled me
But that was when I followed blindly
Down the path to my demise,
When I drowned a thousand times
Within the depths of those black eyes.
10/25/2008
Linda Ori
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/black-magic-6/
