usual moments - escapril day 8

when i wake up in the middle of the night
often
you’re there, turned away, the outline of your neck fuzzy,
like a mirage. blue nipping at the edges.
blue thick on your shoulders, heavy blue,
london sky doesn’t go black – and there, slumped,
your body like soft clay,
i want to press a hand into the hollows of your back
leave a mark that sticks and goes
(like us, like everything)
a mark that sticks and goes and accomplishes nothing
besides the feeling of your skin displacing around me –
your back in the blue light, your face in the yellow light,
me and you knotted in violet – usual moments shot
through a prism, saturated in color.
i think this, sink watching the kaleidoscope play out
on my eyelids, dream in pink

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