I gaze up into the vast emptiness of the afternoon sky and say to you
My favorite color is powder blue
Little wrinkles bunch up around the velvet skin of your rosy lips
You order me to admire every hue
Branches of veins, hot with intuition, dance just beneath the tender skin of my throat
I can sense you tremble as they do
My callused fingertips entangle themselves in clumps of damp grass next to your thighs
The earth retains its breath just for us two
Clouds pregnant with rain march across the atmosphere in a hurry to abandon the sun
A release of tension long overdue
Dread buries itself deep within the aching hallows of my abdomen
It is as if you already knew
A firm hand slides under my clamped jaw and points it towards the heaves
My favorite color is being subdued
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