Skincolor

Walking away from your old stoop
My pockets full of change and all my
Minds are through
My head is as clear as the sky
Though an indigo that flows
Between my limbs and leaves me dry
You change the color of my skin
The sharper the air gets
The more I tend to squint as if I’ve lost my eyes
Looking for places to belong
Sunday afternoon will leave you
Staring down the line
You change the color of my skin
As the pattern gets subtle
Being swept along no longer is enough
Simulacrum
Where you’ll find me now
Check beneath your furrowed brow
We unbinded now
Till I meet you in the sky
And in the end could we undo
The blue in you and me that seemed to follow
Close behind
Remember the way that you used to
Loosen all the rules in me
And then you lost your mind
You change the color of my skin