i'm thinking signs and seasons
She was melted lavender
and mantikilya yellow before
dawn, creamy and pulsating
but alive.
Her irises were diluted
coffee beans and when
her rose tsaa fingertips
grazed his scruffy beard
he could only stare into
those eyes and thank the
deities he had lived to find her.
By the afternoon she intensified.
Gold splashed across
her arms, running down to
meet with the raspberries lapping
her wrists. Cerulean popped
beneath her feet, especially
when she was on her way to
the bookstore. She radiated
chartreuse when they discussed
what town they would explore
next, what sites they would...
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