It started on Crimson blue
The ocean touches you
Your body, free from soul
Inviting colours no
You see his eyes undress, caress
You shy away, tempted
Casual look
He’s watching, like he knows
Colours no
The waves crash
unselfish
pulses flow
Explosion in colour grows
The woman in you, glances
Free from soul
He’s watching, like he knows
Whispering to you
The secret of Crimson blue.
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Author:
Paul Bell (Pseudonym) (
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Comments7
Nicely written. Your poem captures a moment of emotional and physical connection, exploring themes of desire and self-awareness.
Here is a feeling without form a color shapeless a woman without soul but not in a bad way but in a formless way. It is dimensionless and free. Well penned my friend and a fave
Lush and atmospheric—this drifts between desire and abstraction like tidelight on skin.
The grit is in the restraint: intimacy suggested more than declared, letting the colour carry what words can’t quite hold.
I enter in the middle of a relationship, an association - I hope you know where it is going/went because I'm not going to make any guesses. It kept me reading though.
Paul, this carries a strong current of movement and tension…there’s beauty, temptation, and something unspoken guiding it all. The repetition and flow give it that hypnotic pull, while the undercurrent keeps it grounded. Powerful write, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
temptation and response - well portrayed here...
I like the way you used the colour-metaphor crimson blue, beautiful tension.
All happens on Crimson blue.
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