bodies familiar in the hues
of a dying day
in the shadows, in the shade
blacks and grays,
indigos and jades
whispers muted in the last
gasps of light
our language,
words knit into the night
our vision, monochromatic --
your breaths,
the moon,
my static
Jun 13, 2019
Jun 13, 2019 at 9:32 PM UTC
bodies familiar in the hues
of a dying day
in the shadows, in the shade
blacks and grays,
indigos and jades
whispers muted in the last
gasps of light
our language,
words knit into the night
our vision, monochromatic --
your breaths,
the moon,
my static