Colors

our reflection in the rain

stained window pane was in

the hazy space between

pale and translucent.

our reflection was bulbed and warbled

and then refracted in the fractals

of our collective sweat, cradled

in the nape of your neck

and the flatlands between my breasts--

our beaded chests beating

with the sweet bitterness

of burnt sugar:

blackened

but fading

to a mellow heroin yellow

a simmering addiction--we're afflicted

but we've been uplifted to another level

of experimental soul relation--

it's an elation, or a peaking

of two into one

and fanning out in waves of sand and patterned static

it's automatic and forever

as a single spectre

in simultaneous throes

and toes go numb, unstrung and, shudder--