Skincolor - Honeysuckle

Walking away from your old stoop

My pockets full of change and all my

Minds are through

My head is as clear as the sky

Though an indigo that flows

Between my limbs and leaves me dry

You change the color of my skin

The sharper the air gets

The more I tend to squint as if I’ve lost my eyes

Looking for places to belong

Sunday afternoon will leave you

Staring down the line

You change the color of my skin

As the pattern gets subtle

Being swept along no longer is enough

Simulacrum

Where you’ll find me now

Check beneath your furrowed brow

We unbinded now

Till I meet you in the sky

And in the end could we undo

The blue in you and me that seemed to follow

Close behind

Remember the way that you used to

Loosen all the rules in me

And then you lost your mind

You change the color of my skin