A Tangerine sky

So vivid, so brilliantine bright

Lights the Eastern view

With apricot, orange, a bitten peach hue

A fruitful morning

Yet

With that timeworn sailor’s warning

Because what is whispered

Are naked words abhorring

The goodbye to our tryst

Unforetold destiny

In the dawn’s clear mist

Pressed forever into memory

The power of your insistent kiss

Felt, in the subjective

Years later,

Observed, in the objective

Less rejected in the reflective

Of love, tho’ spurious at best,

Was gained, then lost,

Now self-love

Refreshed.