Color turns

Color turns on a draft of air,
washes the soft scent of heat
over everything.
If I could sing,
if I could speak,
I'd tell you everything.

Bodies fumble in a dream,
ignites our soft white smiles
inside everything.
If you could cry,
if you could frown,
You'd tell me everything.

It's all I want to do
to leave out that window.
to watch you watch yourself
in that same way
pulling straight your clothes,
putting up your hair.

you're so beautiful.

cut this out before it kills me.
you kill me in a good way.
in a good way.