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.