Finally, a pinkish glow crept in

The sky merited all the love it had received

That day, all the walking

Colors as they darkened and were lit
As down a cloudy highway we ambled

In direst harmony, evening’s next of kin

Under flocks of color learned

That blue is fatal, a note with slow vibrato
There is a city with no color in it

Just a long expanse of trees and hollows

When one has stayed in it, one knows

The paintings flow up to its edges
A gray horizon and glimmering

Molecules within it we glimpsed

All colors are all other colors

When bitten by the teeth of feeling
The day was an accumulation of fears

Caresses in the past cannot be changed

Now a girl flings out reddish laughter

An overage of yellow casts out eyes
Paintings welcome source and target

I caught the accent of her hair

But to make its document sallow music

All sentences must read like wine labels