wings

these colors of mine never saw you before
may never see you again
beyond such two hours and some minutes
of the same colored skin
touching thought and soul and body
or the more that
it is
and you paint
in red and blue
and the more that it is
that I write
in black and white
drafting a lifetime that should have been.
Brother and sister
you carry my pens in your canvas without laying eyes
on me
and I paint your shades
in words and sounds and closed eyes
for English is so little
such a tiny little tiny little bit of me
to offer you ...