our spare room used to have blue sheer curtains
that shielded us from the rest of the world until we
realised that we didn’t want to hide anymore
and now we have no curtains just holes in the walls
called windows and it’s the best decision we ever made
because every morning the room gets flooded
with the richest shade of golden and then we watch
as clocks become obsolete and time is measured by
the mulberry hues that turn crimson and the twinkling
starlight that filters the darkness and as vanilla
and violets alternate to dance into our room
our bodies feel like art
and
our souls feel like rainbows.
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