bendito.

life.

the beautiful cry of life
had stained so many places.

the bed
the kitchen
the rooftop lovers
the night
the day
the arms, her arms.

color.
always color.
flashing, dancing,
escaping in wild burst.
sometimes stunted, sometimes dulled.
but always color.
fantastic color.

like the white flag
thrown up by lips connecting
and hands joining
and skin meeting sheets
and the colors blending impeccably,
conquest through tired souls.

each moment like a precious jewel.
emerald eyes.
diamond smiles.
ruby red lips,
all coming together
like a beautiful

disaster.

fading colors
fading moments
each weaving the tears
that poured from the sad river,
the sapphire sorrow.

the tattered white flag
hung low
the hollow silence
of an empty kitchenette
and the hands meeting in grief
pleading
begging
from prayer to fists
breaking through the plaster
like a dream
like a nightmare
the last hoorah,
the echo of glory
of what once was.

death.