The Blue of Silence

Holding hands
without saying a word;
your breaths, muted
by colors of our journey

c a s c a d i n g
around our silhouettes
like clandestine stars
clinging to the blue.

I could even live
in black and white
with you;
hearts red as love
and just as twisted,
looped and weaved;
skipping beats-

flowing, flowering
like never-
ending rivers
of us.

~

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