you run your ruby fingers
through my fine calico hair
and sigh
as though it is a muted object of desire
or your copper ringlets are not enough to satisfy you
though they crown you so boldly

your sugar tipped fingers
taste sweet
as they travel through the soft roots of my tresses
and a nearly nonexistant past
that drips honey from your pores

two sets of brilliant blue eyes
stare at me through the dark

i know not what to say to you,
but your mind is a gem
crowned with curls
that match my waves

and at the same time,
those giant lapis irises grab
mine, in a pale sea-foamy green
and they don't let go;

my heart begins to flutter
and in utter confusion
lacking direction
it darts about in circles inside my throat

there are two sets of hands molding my favor
to make it all the more difficult,
and at the same time,
all the more wonderful.

six a.m.
you ask me if i'll stay
i tell you:
hardly
as if i was lost
somewhere along the lines of your
candy colored sweetness
and filing the jagged edges we left along your shadow
when you walked away

and i still follow you down
as you shut the door
in front of you.