(synesthesia)
as the rain two-finger-walks
down your window
i find myself
two-finger-walking
up your skirt
and you laugh
and call me a tease
and lean in
to kiss me.
then claude monet rips
through my veins
and his water lilies coat
the insides of my skull
surrounding my brain.
as the flowers fall
out of my ears
i pick one up
as an offering to you
but it bursts into flames
and crumbles into ash
in my hand.
you pinch some of the ash
between your index finger
and your thumb
and place it
ever-so-delicately
on your tongue
and close your mouth
and smile
at me.
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