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.