JANICE SAPIGAO
last night i
dreamt in technicolor
we stayed up
until we pressured
the palms of our hands red
rested our temples on
bent wrists and big smiles
with all intention to touch
lips like big dimples
opening and retracting
tasting sweet pink
like flickering candles
through indigo nights
our voices
grew groggier
changed tones with
the spiraling hours
brown elbows grew
brawn on bed
our stealth fingernails
patterned like
gentlemen’s argyle
smoothing over
our stomachs,
grazing arms,
insides of wrists
this is a night
i wait for
redemption in dreams
we make color
in between
we made color
in between
a bedroom canvas
of limbs and tints
blanketed imbalance
slashes of orange heat
in kama position
until morning peaks
of yellow-purple swells
consume us into
a spectrum of fulfillment
written july 2011
janice.
