The Grass is Black/The Air is Pink


feel me/read me/follow me

A Trial of Love

Because you felt you had to
and after I told you
that I was in love with you
you ate my favorite Shakespeare sonnet

You adored the long gold
chain that hangs around my neck
and drapes across my chest
and when we dance
so very close, you claim that the
metal is so cold against your skin…

“I like your color
I like your eyes
I admire your wit
I admire your mind
I want to know you
I want to be with you”

“You’re green
in the morning and red
in the night
Your eyes see me naked
Your eyes are the truth
Your intelligence is tricky
all of the knowledge is on the other side of the blank sheet of paper
My desire to lay beside you
one Saturday afternoon eats away at my skin
My desire to swim around in your mind is a dream that never ends
I’m falling rapidly down a dark hall; but, do not wake me up…”


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