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let me be your stranger

it’s easier to defy expectations that don’t exist

be my other

new , exciting, unknown

steering our moment

disorienting direction

while I discover missing pieces

words before and after

written in the dictionary

Synesthesia

I feel the blue
In waves
Crashing against the back of my knees
Just below room temp
Making me want to wrap up
In green meadow breeze
Leaning hard against yellow
Not yet eclipsed
So I can steal back my breath
Rejoining the world of muted palettes