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change color at my command,
i’ll haunt the pale shore
of your very delicate shoulders,
the soft rush of your neck,
the ivory tremble of your
very neat and very elegant stomach,
any place that you allow me to touch.

i’ll follow your eyes,
your wide and hypnotic glances
that are sweet and flammable
like ether and the more you look away
the longer i must linger in the after image,
some bizarre and shapeless blur
needing your gaze to hold a form.

intangible, the persistence of your memory
and yet i am powerless
against the ebb and flow of your will,
the casual tide of your fascination,
the sunburst of your skin
and the erratic manner of your hair
that brings me to a pause,
a moment that lives within itself
while i wish desperately
for you to never take it away.

-S.C. Martinez