you were right

the pounding in my chest, feeling like i may explode, thinking i might die from energy exposure.

i sigh and the center of my chest hurts

with closed eyes

i think of BART and moving trains

the colors moving like blurred visons, esctatic in memory

green and blue melting like water on a page

i look at you across the train, you sit on the roof

wind moves through your hair, bugs in your teeth.

the rainbows of this existence flow from your armpits

and make braids in mine

deodorant is not necessary. i have followed your scent for years, since civilization began.

moving across deserts, my bleeding feet turned sand into mandalas and murals depending on the country. i once wore silks and bathed with roses. i swallowed red and licked my lips from white paint.