Gray Day
She fell in love on a gray day. He was green. Baby leaves against a violet sky A dark evergreen beneath fairy lights A deep moss green, growing where nothing should. He was the green of a jade dress under golden light, A ball gown and winding stairs A perfect night The kind of night you should fall in love but don’t. Instead, she fell in love on a gray day. She was red. Raging inferno of a forest fire The last candle burning under a moonless sky The deep burn of a funeral pyre. She was the red of a ruby pendant against dark skin A shimmering laugh and two glasses of wine Tastes of sin The kind of sin that feels like a blessing. Like a day of gray that you fall in love on.