leaves space I seek to fill.
That's what we do,
it's how we dance,
fill for me and I'll clear for you.
It takes two hearts to make a home,
they say,
and this is true.
But love is a many-colored thing,
I long for the red-orange hue.
Red like the hair of the girl in the sunlight,
as she spins before the espresso stand.
Orange for feeling, body electricity, the tingling through-out.
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