and more than ever, I feel - her. her arms open like an arc to a city, and now, I return. such welcome, such warmth my lady, a vision colors, no longer ebony it's charcoal with the glow of earth.
the sky is not just blue, it's her breath - pastel and sweet and sometimes fierce hurricanes.
apple no longer red - red is her lips red is her confession three words slicing my skin red is blood and I flow for her red is the shape of her skin so I draw her with my eyes shut.
the sun - no longer yellow the sun - no longer the sun the sun is she. the sun - no longer worth hiding from. she fuels me and in the city named after her, I live. truly.
for t. hello, hp. missed u. so much has changed, so much is yet to be written.