today I am nothing
tomorrow I might be
the amethyst halo of dusk
or an electric blue super nova
expanding in the iris of your eye
today I am the smoke of your cigarette
maybe later I'll be
the orange fire of sunrise
or the green roll of ocean
over your ivory thigh
today I am imagination
tonight I'll be
the rose of blush on your lips
or the dense red of wine
on your tongue
the tight flush of passion
at your throat
the white hot rush of blood
in your pounding heart
the deepest black of your sorrow
when I'm gone
Dusk
Poetry, unrhymed, by Mel Trent.