Love in traffic

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.

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