Patti Masterman


In Aubergine Ochers - Poem by Patti Masterman

In aubergine ochers I painted your eyes,
And smiles that your smooth lips would wear in disguise.
Eclipsed by the dark of your eyes, are my dreams;
Your words floating round, that my own being sings.
In time I would learn all your body's warm contours,
Or could touch the whole length of your form, sans detours.
I know I must stay very far from your face,
Otherwise I'd devour you, with but one taste.

Let no tears ever fall, from you for me;
I could never withstand that tragedy;
Your pity would turn my world inside-out,
And all self control and discipline rout.
I can safely live here only at distance,
With all your compassion still just a pittance.
Don't lift your hand; don't touch my ice-
Unless you are willing to pay full price.


Comments about In Aubergine Ochers by Patti Masterman

  • Bri Edwards (11/19/2015 8:39:00 PM)


    au•ber•gine
    ˈōbərˌZHēn/
    nounBritish
    noun: aubergine; plural noun: aubergines

    another term for eggplant.
    a dark purple color like that of eggplant.

    i NEVER heard of 'aubergine'. what will they come up with NEXT! ? ? ? ?


    “Don't lift your hand; don't touch my ice-“ …………….. I WOULD understand IF you’d written ice cream.

    bri :)
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Poem Submitted: Thursday, February 4, 2010

Poem Edited: Thursday, February 11, 2010


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