She yields
To impassive streets
To effervescent alleys
The color of lit pumpkins
*
Milk pale
She paints her mouth
In suffering shades
Of scarlet
*
Brows, moon-arched
She poses demurely
Underneath
A paper umbrella
Siphoning starlight
From the sallow glow
Of orphaned dreams
*
He
Stitches
Her intimation
Into the smiling lines
Of his palms
*
Tears the color
Of mercury
He translates
Her breath
On canvas
*
She prefers
Cherry blossoms
Tissue thin hearts
Elucidating
Spring
*
Writer’s Block argh