I see brown
Glorified by squares of sunlight
exemplifying the chocolate, hazel, black
So beautiful, no?
I’m still thinking how I don’t know you yet
or how I haven’t had the thought of
falling in love with you in a parallel universe
Some nights, I lay with my temples moist
black, caligraphing its way through
and wonder, how awful
that knowing where to check my pulse
terrifies me
Thinking, no colour ever should saturate
to a point where there’s nothing left but water
Somehow, the sunlight doesn’t work
I see shades of black and gray

I lift my book up
The mirror bursts