Magenta clouds in my eyes
as Daniel leaves on his plane;
The black plateau of my horizon
painted on the rainbow sky of this
strange magic.
The clouds that were in my coffee
have bled into my tears,
evaporating into hope;
Plumes of fuchsia and lavender
swallow my heart
as my skin burns, withers, and melts away,
killing and releasing me
to the golden universe
where you and I can paint each other’s bones.
