Watching the Black and White Movie
I’m amazed that emotion needs no color,
that all that’s necessary is shade.
Pale is the perfect stand-in for blue.
Gray mimics red so perfectly
like it’s been doing it for years.
A man drained of his hues
kisses the shadow woman.
Dark lips meet.
Ashen lids close.
A feeling like polished silver
overwhelms drab slate misunderstanding.
Then a subtitle suddenly underlines
their charcoal chins.
In heightened silence,
my eyes hear everything.