Colors like arrows Pointing under floor boards Scratching under skin Wrapped in Solace In woolen threat In an unsung soul’s Oblivion. Your hands build warmth with archer’s bows Your voice crafts texture with colored steam Your eyes weave cover with the dry stillness of life unfurled Your lips make me Aware. Of threads like sand, color under color, matching, matching all things that bleed the walls, shifting pieces of love and lust for symphonies sung by car parts, flowers in your golden hair.