once, you lifted lines from your palms
and placed them into my own.
      they charred deep into my flesh.
      scarred. insignia in bones.
when i raised my hands to my chest,
      your fingerprints laid on my breast,
            breathing the beat, tasting the sweet;
you ****** like possession: your spirit in me.
      my step was your walk, your melodies, my talk,
i spun pirouettes in your accent,
kissed to turn keys in your locks.
i was a vacuum full, filled with selfsame
      idiosyncrasy– grabbed by the handful:
from your heart to your feet,
      from your lips to your cheek,
            from your lips to your cheek,
      from your heart to your feet.

when you left me, my palms were left blank–
      stead of crashing cymbals of beaches
      i walked only on sand.
god breathed on the glass
and my vision was clouded;
      my soul pounded on the bars,
      for her rosetint was shrouded.
i was robbed of colour.
      the wind left my lungs.
            honey leaked from my eyes,
                  and sugar left my tongue.

i begged for my colour back
and pastels danced in my hair;
      yes, i love him so
      but fear still it can’t compare–
so i pray once more!
heed and hear my warcry call!
      for my colour to come back,
            step into me once more.