you imagine my name painted in dark acrylic oil,
you imagine love blind, gentle, and sweet/
you dream in colors,
you dream in jade.
i picture tall buildings and sky rises.
i picture silhouettes, women of gangs,
i picture long legs and tv screens blistered by the night blue,
i imagine your memory tattoos,
i imagine our hands colliding.
i see future in the blasphemy,
pink silver moon.
we lay colorless by the waves,
impressions of a soft violet light,
like mother of pearl on sand,
against the crystal glow of oceans,
far away on distant ships,
across one dimensional galaxies
maps,
we gather,
across a crown of thorns,
in the eden bushel,
playing with the victory,
playing with the fire.
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