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or·ange (ôrnj, r-) adj. - The hue of that portion of the visible spectrum lying between the energy of red and the happiness of yellow, evoked in the human observer by radiant energy with wavelengths of approximately 590 to 630 nanometers; any of a group of colors between red and yellow in hue, of medium lightness and moderate saturation.

How can you paint me into your self portrait, invade my inner dimensions, and not let me stay? Being ripped away from your painting feels like fragmentation of self. You shuffle through the paint aisle, I manifest in your footsteps falling behind. Look closely at the web of color... find rapid execution in my lines and shapes. Who can explain the debilitation I feel, when my energy is microwaving on defrost? You were a lovely image sweetheart, painted over with reflections of your mother. Sometimes I still see flecks of her in your melty blue eyes, a puddle of opaque and hazy exquisiteness. I kiss your cheek-- the one that’s been imprinted a thousand times in a thousand places with my mouth. "Only kisses on the cheek from now on, and in a little while we'll only have to wave" (Fiona Apple).

Do you see my open arms, the open door? You aren't paying attention and I'm running fast now, gaining speed. Destiny and heartbeats fly past me, but I've got a fire to destroy the aqua saturating this air. As footsteps fall away, the memories too... icecream, latenightmovies, driving, lights... youinmybed, showers, telephonecalls... secrets. Lactic acid fills my veins... I could gain limbs of strength just running from our tragedy. Your tragic face. The 1930's and 40's... the 50's and 60's... art history flies by as streetnoise does the night. Nothing can deter me from the rythmic beat of my marathon run. This is my final silence.

And like the violet in your eyes... I fade.

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