the way air does directly after sunset:
A lover who, once alone, lets down
the curtain of her hair
and becomes an open stream
a current pulling to nowhere
but beyond, always beyond.
To do so demands patience
the right mind to mold the blues
and the desire for darkness
with all the warmth in women's wrists
hot skin with the life beating beneath it
It's hard to do
but somehow Rothko manages.
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