.
I used to color portraits of you,
in yellow,
marigolds blossoming after winter,
you brought me to life.
I used to cling towards your warmth,
red,
flicked
the pit in my stomach, hungry,
I fed off your ink that spilled,
like cool cool water in my heat
drowned myself in your coolness,
your coolness,
your coolness,
catharsis,
I am always heat. Heat.
I am red, shot temperated, shot steam,
you took care of me.
But Mother theres a famine in my mind,
It is hot. It is hot.
You can no longer quench it.
