Yellow - My Soul Was Open

As I mentioned in the previous post, I'm trying to write a poem inspired by or based on each of the 8 colors (main characters) in Tyler Perry's For Colored Girls.

.....Open your soul. Welcome to Yellow.....

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My soul was open on that cool Thursday morning

There you were smiling, laughing joking

My soul wasn’t ready to let you in

But somehow you convinced me with that wicked grin

Softly, and sweetly you coerced me to sway

I had no time for romance I did not want to play

My soul was open on that warm Friday night

As we salsa’d and sipped on wine

I looked at you with adoring eyes, I loved your killer smile.

Pretty lilies soon adorned my door, my desk and my car

You regaled me stories of laughter and fun

And slowly I let you slither in

And bit by bit you came on in

You listened with intent as I spoke of my passions and I slowly bared my soul

Undressing it slowly as you watched the tease.

That must have sparked your interest

Cause you leaned in close

Your cologne invaded my senses

Taking me to heights of euphoria

Damn you smell good

Your scent, so familiar so warm

I lean in and lose myself in your aura

As you place your arm gingerly around my shoulders

 I feel a shiver creep from the nap of my neck to the small of my back

You’re a man, a real man, of real substance, of real taste

The real strong pulse of a man’s embrace

  

My soul was open on a Saturday night

As I let you in my domicile

I toiled and rhythmically swayed around my stove

Preparing a meal for a king

After all the man who managed to open my soul was about to feast

Feast on his prey as he took my soul in 5 minutes of hell

I fought and kicked and screamed from my core

My soul broke as I fell to the floor

Thrust after thrust he killed my soul

In 5 minutes of hell I mourned what he stole

In 5 minutes of absolute hell I broke more than before

My insides torn and bruised, as my soul begged, ‘no more’

My soul was numb on a Saturday night

As I stared at the open door

I could not feel the tears that tumbled

Nor the winds that blustered past my face

I don’t know how to move, nor the purpose of my tongue

When it cried so intently on deaf ears

As I lay there an empty shell of a woman

Nothing short of utter disgrace

I cannot dress, how can I face

The one who opened up my space

My soul left me on that cold Saturday night....never to be seen again

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