i am thinking
of a color.
it is not white or black.
it is not the color
of your eyes.

i am thinking
of the shade it makes in autumn,
the sun shrinking days.
the way the world stands
on its tiptoes
ready to fall.

i am thinking
of the way we
prepare to make mistakes.
you are a slingshot and
i am a loaded gun.
we are contents under pressure.
i am thinking
of the colors
my fingers make pressed
into my eyes. from here,
pleasure and agony look
like sisters.
i wonder
what it is like to be blind.
i imagine
never seeing you again.

SUNSETS by: Courtney Marie