Black Love

Portrait of Suzanne Bloch - Pablo Picasso

My love is the blackest love,

engulfing, intense and complete,

not a pale shiny blue

or a slow watery green.

It's not like the winsome reds,

not worldly wise or lipstick dyed

Not a pink sky shade,

eternal, spiritual or kind.

It isn't a bright yellow

sunshine smiles and colored lies,

not a deep violet,

lost and mystical,

not a shallow brown,

boring, staid and down,

not lavender or crimson,

sounding different,

but the same as another.

Not white, and non commital

a cowardly bystander

in a cowardly crowd.

My love is the blackest love,

as black as your eyes,

as black as your veil.

My love is the blackest love,

the black of the night

that captures the dying day.