orange.

tonight i met a beautiful man
with a beautiful name -
italian, i think.
i imagine that it means something
like upbeat or maybe orange.

& he sang, to a room full of people -
some he knew, & some like me,
strange faces in a familiar house.

& the fire reflected in his eyes,
giving him a countenance comprised entirely of orange -
eyes, hair, skin;
all the while, lamenting
about the poet's love, who gave her love to god.