girl 2
this is not romance, she thinks
she sees the world in its barest form learning all of its secrets and nuances and
believing that
in essence
everything
truly
was black and white
and the gray was just a cover.
she stripped him naked like she did everyhing else
trying to find out if he was black or if he was white
this was necessary for her
things had to be categorized compartmentalized classified des-ig-nated-
it felt like falling, being with him
fear and euphoria the difference between happiness and surviving
absolutely no way to go back
heart pounding palms sweating
and the strangest strongest urge
to scream.
for joy or exasperation, she never did know
or could decide.
it started with a smart-ass comment
and he wasn't black or white or gray to her.
he was all the colors
and the ocean was in his eyes.