Love is like a bruise
by fathina diyanissa
Love is like a bruise;
first a dashing periwinkle then
a sullen lime-green
then a hangdog sort of ochre until
it fades with age
You and I, how will it end -
wounds without poultice,
questions without answers,
just canvassing on:
the rumor of colors
-Laksmi Pamuntjak, 2005. Ellipsis
(many of the poems in the book were hard to understand
but still, the words are very beautiful - classy, implicit)
