Black swallows our imperfections (though love swallows them for us)
Color is distracting and judgmental
We make love in darkness;
we make love in black.
Dear, you are mistaken
black is not evil;
black is our companion
It is the absence of light
but the presence of truth
For our hearts and minds remove the masks
in black.
My love
we shall no longer have to worry about my lipstick smudging
or my hair knotting
We will ignore the architecture of our bodies and become a saturated soul
We become concentrated - (Dear, I apologize; I have studied the chemistry
outside of our own)
…we become one (as common as that sounds)
It is true
for the black allows us to
for the black is an infinite universe of sincerity
Now, if you please
I cannot reach the switch
- Leticia Infante
(Source: rxzz)
