haze, into cupped hands without sizzle shift or turn
confusing conflicting contrasting colors in delirious delicious melt
yellow, infectious… the imploding suction of love’s happiness
green, hemorrhaging… a Spring leaking out of every pore
red, the gauze… need-soaked tight around this itinerant heart
purple, blue… popping like refrigerated berries squeezed to a sweet snap
black… a rose in midnight’s eternal bliss
white… this mirage floating, this forgotten garden
closer to far away than unreachable
heavy, in the thinning air, this haze
(my photo)
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