Would you mind terribly if I painted our bedroom
the color of the sky the day we first met?
I still see it clearly in my head –
Crayola calls it “cesious” or “wild blue yonder”
but there is something missing from that, something more sad
given grey of an infirmary above for angels.
I want to savor that emotion, remember
that we can be one together and imperfect at the same time:
let us paint the bedroom like a hurricane sky –
I will have insomnia, yet love you in the morning.
Apr 21, 2013
Apr 21, 2013 at 4:42 PM UTC
Would you mind terribly if I painted our bedroom
the color of the sky the day we first met?
I still see it clearly in my head –
Crayola calls it “cesious” or “wild blue yonder”
but there is something missing from that, something more sad
given grey of an infirmary above for angels.
I want to savor that emotion, remember
that we can be one together and imperfect at the same time:
let us paint the bedroom like a hurricane sky –
I will have insomnia, yet love you in the morning.
