i saw the color red, the robe of your red, only the soft folds on the floor of a half-dream; the first vision, and the slamming of a pen that promised not an ink more; the pages free; you showed me the blue globe between my fingers, and i swallowed it whole, you showed me the edges that softened in your glow, that everything kissed, even the hairs on my head touched starlight—don’t abandon me,