Green

Im searching for green

A dress to be precise

Like one that would inspire a lover

To hold his breath

And bite his lips

As I captivate him

from room to room

A green shimmer trailing behind me

Im searching for green

But it alludes me

even though it is everywhere:

In nature,

the grass, the trees, 

ample of leaves

Its in abundance in the summer and spring

So why not fashion?

Should black be the new green?

If all the grass, leaves, and trees

Were black instead 

What a gothic world that would be.

And when I go to buy a car,

There’s white, silver, black, blue

And for the bold, a bright red

But never green.

That’s what I mean.

Im searching for green.

Even in my pockets

It’s missing some green. So it seems,

green is the color of time —

we cannot grasp

such a temporal thing

And when I am done searching

I find myself in a forest

Looking up at the sky

A blue one, I hope

With light streaming in 

Dappling my face with warmth

A mossy green covers me

Ever so slowly

There will be no tears

No outstretched fingers

No envious eyes

Just me

and my earthly disguise