Colorless

The black

I remember the taste of it

Dripping off your tongue

Burning into our flesh

Like a sickness

To have green pastures

To count the chickens

Before you see the yolk

I don't miss the black

I don't miss the grime and the dirt

But what is life without the taste of salt in your teeth

Running down your neck

The teapot hissing in my ear that

He is done

It is done

That we are done

After the black

I am at the wheel of my car panting

you give me a brief kiss

And a wink

And exit our only bedroom

Your words leave me grey

Black deeds

White heat

And the weight of grey