on an evening of silken green we met as two lovers never knowing
what was, was it love? was it not? the green swirled and we forgot to ask.
on a blush rose the dawn of a longing unknown, we wagered, we plundered
pink tore asunder our fallacies of innocence, indifference, it all
the augury of pink distilled panic.
turmeric touched the day taking license, skin gleaming gold
yellow drowned out all light all sound, leaving a lost feeling around
where are you, my heart, at the end of xanthous is there respite?
effulgent orange that sunset hour whispered a name as it laughed and
jangled, i want to make love to you it said, we lightened, we hungered
at last we knew why it made a difference at all.
and so came the night of crimson with its dark embrace, anaerobic
we held each other tight and let it all go, perhaps knowing was our folly.
