Friends acquire
color
from each
other. Affection
generously renders
it –
extends the
flow of it
from where
their minds are
meeting – circumambulating
all the upper
spaces:
often with a
predilection
for bright red,
which
threads in
calligraphic line
around the shoulders,
skull
and spine
before it radiates
away as if to
spin its gladness
out to duller, paler
faces.
Eventually
color will imbue
the whole – travel
through
the body to the
core
that color is
the proof of: soul.
That accounts
for most
of all the glow
in me and you.
Soul is made of hue.
.
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