The name's Melba Geraldine, Mel for short or however you like to call me.
Sucky artist, undistinguished pianist, anime fangirl etc.
There is no color to our meeting;
it blows through in monochrome
I go where your cool fingers beckon me
I am like troublesome ice after the melt
You gently scoop me up to your
mouth and play with my upper lip
Still, I search for a form of love
The dry eyes that shape the present rather than a distant time
I want to end like this, cloaked
But the night ignores that wish and brings morning
With your gentle, passionate, and dastardly kiss
Paint this final night, the moon illuminates us
Monochrome no kissu