the raw silk of my skin absorbs
the colors of your touch.
a blinding blackness
of desire, burning like midnight.
nicotine stains of anger
bleeding past edges and smudging
finer colors, filigrees
of happier times.
the twilight blue of a moon-filled
kiss, the yellow dawn
of a Sunday with you
wrapped around me.
all the flowers of your voice
have stained me.
but now your hand is gone. I fade, but the
monochrome of the rain can not
wash you away from me
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