Open the windows to the sun and

Sweep the ashes from the floor.

Put on a record and

We’ll make love on the carpet,

Our silent movie life

Being seeped with color until

Radiant hues of Gold and Green and Blue

Tie us together in their silken sighs.

We dance – well, we sway.

I tell you I have weak ankles

Just so you’ll hold me tighter.

Paint me a picture.

Paint with the colors you see

While you’re entangled with me.

I promise to only gaze on it in candlelight.