intimacy

I know your color
drawn on my hand
while the sleeping day
blinked awake

I said, "good morning"
to your dark side
and she kissed me
richly on each cheek

my dark side saw the sun
stepped into your light
dancing stories of self
in enigmatic flurries

with each twist
sinking deeper in-
to each other
your pain and mine

revealing scars of self-
beauty painted red
(your color) and my color-
less dreams suffused you

I kissed your scars
they turned into orchids
weeping and delicate
like butterfly wings

fluttering memories
turned to shared experience
pain's tenderness
expressed in lucid embrace

past's transient meaning
slipping again

united impressions
rippling existence whole