Everything comes out in colors

the white
the yellow
the greens

leave the mark open to the empty
sky
my witness
the chill
escapes the window
in a rush

my wrists ache for resolve
my brain heavy
with sadness
dull from the clenching and
unclenching of my hands
thin fingers
wrapped around cigarette
blocks of inner conversations revolving around

you
me
sylvia

and the thousand winging birds outside
my doorstep
beleaguered in their necessary song.
the air
is pregnant with moisture

like my eyes
like my vagina
like my heart

ever beating crimson the three
holy trinity
once baited by you
and now nevermore
as i saunter
to my love's permanent slumber.