Yellow Becomes Blue
a little boy in bed.
the wall between us breathes his name.
incandescent light breaks softly across my neck.
its yellow becomes blue when he speaks, when I dream.
at night, in the quiet and absence of color we wait, but not in vain.
these boys in bed connected by the red of blood on either side of this wall.
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