Prelude:
Leaning softly into red light,
I am mostly sigh and suggestion.
The world fades to pastel confession,
and I—
I forget to be ironic.

I. Chromatic Reverie

Red burns gently here,
like a compliment whispered through smoke.
Purple hums beneath the skin,
the color of something almost forgiven.
Ich bin Schwein und Ruhe,
ein leiser Gedanke mit warmem Atem.

II. The Elegance of Not Knowing

Every line trembles toward tenderness.
The ear bends like a question answered in sleep.
I could be listening,
or simply remembering how to.
Graphite hesitates;
emotion doesn’t.

III. Dialogue in a Gentle Key

Red: I am warmth pretending to be danger.
Violet: I am silence rehearsing a heartbeat.
Pig: I am both,
a sigh with shape and snout.
Even the shadows blush.

IV. DADA’s Velvet Prayer

DADA tiptoes in—
too polite to interrupt.
It drops one word: oink,
and it sounds like gratitude.
Nothing more needs to happen.
The world, for once,
is perfectly smudged.