indian tuberose
on a watery path
its a bright midnight
for you and i

moving shadows
on the ceiling wall
our fingers dance
in the pouring light

i like blue
like that of a frozen lake
pale as a snowflake
your aftertaste

i like citrine
your sleepy brown eyes
iridescent
just before sunrise

i like to watch
the mighty sun fall
ending it all
my eight legged window
captures it all

black rain
octopus sky
we stay inside
do things we like