Colorblind Poem by Francesco Malaspina

Shadows of stormy clouds flow
Beneath our naked feet, beneath
Our own dark shapes
Joining them,
Blowing, then
Rolling away:
Our silent wind of shades.

I'm walking with you, next to you,
Along this darkening river
And sometimes we talk
And sometimes we just walk
And I'm in love with you.
You wear a white and blue striped shirt
Blue jeans and earrings, strawberry red.

I shouldn't pry into your marvelous eyes,
(cyan, I think, with some gray and ice)
I shouldn't stare at your lips, they mesmerize.
I shouldn't,
I know,
So I look at our shadows instead:
I wish I could be one of them just to melt with you
As they do
Before the night wisps them away.

(05/25/2015)