lost in the everglades,
of emotional euthanasia.
pearled on porcelain white,
insistent on a cadmium red self defenestration.

I found him.

I found orche.
sparking, an intrinsically electric waltz.
catching on copper lines,
fraying in every direction.
olive-skinned veins,
stripped bare.

I found a rich cerulean blue,
fastened close with soft brassy bangles.
murmuring a rhythm
on umbered skin.