Under the red rainbow

You said what you want to do,
thinking I had prophecies sleeping
in my pockets; I have nothing
but myself.

I see many empty spaces
in your eyes. They are like
nourished voids
&
it is vain & profane
to search for curled leaves
in them.

what sweets you,
must explain all the new colors
of your most recent truth.
But why is it so hard
to discover another hue?

alexis - 2014