when (and if) you speak of this to me
I will grow colorful,
and perhaps beautiful.

--stand me.

we both look green, in the Sunday smoke.
but we lie.

like that day we both wore orange shirts,
and people took notice. and asked us:
"you guys coordinate your outfits this morning?"

(which made us awkward, and slightly thrilled)
as we lost all our color that night.
and a bright orange sea
pooled around your bed before us.

which cause commotion on the floor below,
as more orange overflowed from us, and everyone saw.
but not only that! everyone heard. (the news)

and we drowned,
(yes baby we drowned)