December 1, 2016


I’m just a girl

In a Technicolor world.

What a difference

Just a bit of color makes.


It used to be

Silver and obscure.

If and when

I could develop the images

As they are,

And not as I saw them.


Now, in an instant,

I see the blue scintillas

Between our lips,

And the magma warmth of ebullient desire

Creeping out from the

Gaps of our knotted fingers.


Behind your eyes,

I see new ideas exploding

And love flourishing

In a firework-blossom sky.


I’m sorry for peeking.

I’m getting used to this new lens.

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