Ebony,
Blue,
Your skin, glistening
beneath the glow of the giant screen,
and I’m thinking — endlessly —
of the ways you live inside of me,
and all the ways I can describe your beauty.
Like your honey eyes: vivid, soft, and sweet
or the way you sit — so effortlessly
The movie continues,
but I keep daydreaming:
Taking you home in the middle of summer,
your warm embrace, a crowded city —
and we can live together,
happily.
Ebony,
Blue,
the colors of you,
sincerely,
completely true.
Arus' Poetry 