I wandered in orange…radiating in the warmth of kinship, rebellious as la Principaute d’ Orange…warmed at the edge of apricot fires and heartened by summer orange ladybugs. And yet…there remained a mellowed and amber discontent.
Enter you…butterscotch surprise! Warming, cheering, energizing with tangerine flames and the promise of peach blossoms which have yet to blossom and bloom.
No love is so orange that it does not lean toward trade…seeking to replace the old with the new…pining to stem the flow of active plenty for a deeper golden hued sunshine and contentment…trading up to live with one who also seeks the orange life.
Together we feast at that mango table…joy and plenty, the red brought nearer to humanity by its yellow…the full fiesta plate.
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