Aqua

When I see deep blue, green, and grey. 

Your corners of emotions hold white specks in between crevasses.

This happens when you words turn into stories that open up your closed doors,

When cool ice cream, sandwiches, and fries enter your lips,

And I watch peacefully. 

When I hear deep blue, green, and grey.

Your darkest shadows are fragmented pieces of my obsessions.

A broken puzzle hold close-

I sprinkle them so they turn into vibrant colors.

And I paint a picture. 

When I feel deep blue, green, and grey.

Your breath enters me and swarms my insides to mush.

When my claws scratch at your land

And my wall begins to crumble-

My temple presses into yours,

And I break into a million. 

When I smell deep blue, green, and grey

Your flying spirit fills my room, despite your body gone.

Because it is within the stench

That holds stories of carpet stairs and flailing legs,

And I expand into a greater being. 

When I taste deep blue, green, and grey.

Your one becomes my one hundred as our hunger grows with fire.

Flames that catch my longing

When I speak through tongue and yearning

And I melt into you.

Deep Blue

And I will.

Deep Green.

And I am

Deep Grey. 

And I become.

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