You were coloring in my lights, Drenching a binary world A pallet of contradictions. Unbalanced, indiscriminate yellow, Stoplights shaded evergreen, And as your lips buzzed my name, I felt the edges of a wave That promised to dye My timid October orange Every variant of the red Lurking in my veins.
“Coloring in the spaces between the lines on my wrist, I have to admit, I’m a pretty shit artist.”
That little light from your lampshade 