deep maroons & deep reds.

Exactly what I was afraid of—getting too close, getting wrapped up, and getting in between.

But it feels so good, yet it causes harm. It’s the deep maroons, the deep reds, and the oranges that move me, lock me in. But can that even be done when it’s already…done? Well, have you met reality?

I see you at the steps of a brownstone in the fall weather. Music sprouts from your aura as if to usher the sundown, accompanied by an all-black orchestra. Yearning yet yields to the ways I’ve felt yolked in your color.