I saw this coming, only in tetra chrome

Out of right field, I've fallen in love. 

And now it's time for bed. 

I've not forgotten

Nearly all that I should, I remember too many sounds and feel to many things all of one accord. I misstep and mistake that for falling, I recover and mistake that for success when really, all I've done is fall back into step.

The line is invisible, there is no glass ceiling, there is no gas lighting.

I dream more colors; I see the future.

Pull down the dawn

I rub oil and scent into my skin
My legs are long and soft after having sat in a steam room wrapped
in a fog of desire

--I sit, legs crossed, jacket folded across my knees--

Steam swirls thick and you disappear into the haze
I lay back on the bench breathing eucalyptus, drinking water flavor with lemons and limes

--In four hours I will enter the restaurant, dressed simply, smelling of oils and skin and desire, lips painted, eyes large, thinking of your mouth pressed over mine--