Half looks and stolid glances
Signal our decline
Colors blush, bleed, and grey
Soon as I conjure
There goes orange, purple, blue
Dive, Emerald, clean off the canvas
Escaping me, escaping you

Brushes will not pierce this mundane
Yet, I paint you a butterfly
Emerging from ambient cocoon
Adorned in details, intricate

I loved our details, you know
The feel of your beard 'gainst my cheek
Your breath awaiting at my ear
The mattress under me
Your weight over me
Ecstasy spent

But the air is so close to body temperature
And I can't tell if you're here or there