Decisions Decisions

Decisions Decisions

A pool of deep green is gathered in the corner
My desire is uncontrollable
I wish to run my fingers through it
Let the ink stain my fingers
Rub my shoulders over its small warmth.
Like a dog playing in green green dirt
Or dance in it until I can’t remember what is green and what is me.
Gathering it up in my arms
I hold it close
And stain my sheets all night with it’s foresty colour
But in the morning I wake
And now all that I really, truly want is mauve.


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