I think the true indwelling color of an ardent love
is not some swelling shade of pink – but rather cool
innumerable nuances of blue: a depth of tiny breaths
of azure like the gentle stresses of a confluence
of currents in the sea. I think the color of an ardent
love exacts a pledge of constancy, like sky from earth:
a private pact: agreement to give birth. I’ve never
really shared one, though. How would I know?
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