A Dalliance So Chromatic
Turned the lamps off and I'm sitting in the
Glow of the color you felt,"
The silence starts to whine,"
White with electric blue veins,
Like the reds in your cheeks, not found in mine.
The room has a pulse of its own,
Four dim neon walls beating in,
The ceiling threatens to crush me
Under the tangible need of my skin.
Your sweet pleading and promises
In vanishing ink
Curl and whisper down my hips
And I trace them with my fingers,
Forevers are all I can possibly think.
Inside, I flush our electric color,"
By myself in a web of static time,
"I audibly sigh,"
My mind keeps floating miles away.
Gift me eternities,"
Your marks on my skin are a
"Small price to pay.
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