color
One day we’ll have to tell them all
What it looks like inside
I used to be afraid of that.
I don’t think I am, as much, now.
How long are you going to burrow
In my shoulder,
Nuzzling my neck,
Before you fall asleep,
Intoxicated by the scent of familiarity?
I smooth my cells in anticipation of a
Discerning touch
Do you feel
How hard you are
When I sweep the length of your creatures
With my x-ray eyes?
It is an evening at the gallery,
Every evening.
Gods help me remember
Every word you utter,
Every shade of your color wheel.
What it looks like inside
I used to be afraid of that.
I don’t think I am, as much, now.
How long are you going to burrow
In my shoulder,
Nuzzling my neck,
Before you fall asleep,
Intoxicated by the scent of familiarity?
I smooth my cells in anticipation of a
Discerning touch
Do you feel
How hard you are
When I sweep the length of your creatures
With my x-ray eyes?
It is an evening at the gallery,
Every evening.
Gods help me remember
Every word you utter,
Every shade of your color wheel.