On not Looking Behind

Steamy, she sat—
Her back gray-bluely lit—
One hand signing rest…

Steamy, she sat:
Fingers rubbing and going clickity-clack,
Tugging at curls of black…

Woman of many colors…
Browns seeing from oceans
Rubies mounting mounded curves
Salmon splashes surface surrounds
Caramels draping smooth, soft and satiny
Blacks coiling and curling grayish graceful veins
Blues throbbing and pulsing through lissome capillaries

River, the Grand—
Snake prior, albeit
Slow batting lashest

River, the Grand:
Monsters roaring and flowing rickety-rack,
Hugging on her crowned back…

River of many colors…
Browns seeking in the Lake
Grays looking at mirrored skies
Ceruleans peeking in Jack’s
Azurite tokens bobbing past railed cheesecakes
Blacks keeping an eye on longish neon streaks
Greenish murky making out fleeting dancing specters