Do not ask me to define
the finer things
or how to untie those strings
you taught me to see
I do not remember
what neatness brings
I’m not sure
what completeness means
I’m well aware-
our past hes n shes
a scent the breeze will wear.
I close my windows
I breathe a different kind of air
I will not flee
there’s a color in your hue
it reaches a part of me
others could never get to
not in shadow
not in light
I have never seen such a sight
you kiss my heart
and wish my darkness goodnight