My cheeks tint soft scarlet,
watercolor wash anointing me,
warming me,
inside.
My last hidden speck of pigment,
grasping brush hairs,
silently awaiting
it’s drop of water.
What bend in the universe,
what brilliant happenstance,
what trick of biology
brought this magic?
You,
standing silent in the great hall,
for the first time,
when I found kind eyes and
lost my heart.
Jan 22
Jan 22, 2026 at 11:00 AM UTC
My cheeks tint soft scarlet,
watercolor wash anointing me,
warming me,
inside.
My last hidden speck of pigment,
grasping brush hairs,
silently awaiting
it’s drop of water.
What bend in the universe,
what brilliant happenstance,
what trick of biology
brought this magic?
You,
standing silent in the great hall,
for the first time,
when I found kind eyes and
lost my heart.