a crowd gushing around the latest piece.

“Ooooos” and “ahhhs” and “what do you think it means?” filled the room.

A rush neither of us craved.

And so we took our time.

Observing.

Perceiving.

Pausing,

at the beauty in the forgotten.

Pausing,

to enjoy one another.

Until finally, we were able to take a private audience with the final piece.

I found it moving in the way that passion can be unraveling.

You found it unnerving in the way that silence can be a deliberate choice.

And I felt it.

The shift.

An unnamed movement between us.

And I couldn’t help but wonder if it would be our downfall.

The fact that you see fear

in the very thing I find beautiful.

Sumptuous

Unrestrained

Resolute

Ravaging

let me

Explore

Navigate

and

Decipher

Every

Rousing

Questions begging entrance into my mind

Can you find me in the depths of my darkness?

Can you remind me of all the ways I can still feel free?

A meal carefully prepared and dropped on the floor

You made me feel like I was hard to love

As if my flowers refused

To accept water that was never given to them

As if I was wrong for being thirsty at all

But it was you with the flaw

I am more dark than light. And I get a bonus? What’s the baseline prize?

Here, have some goth tink from Google. Hope this helps 😏

an in between.

Indigo smiles

and crimson tears.

Often here

and never there.

I’m the fool at the beginning

and end of every journey.

And I’m uncertain

of where to

place

I anticipate your movement

One breath at a time