It has to be in sepia, with some of the lighter parts
fading into some past century.
I simply can’t imagine you in colour. Disney characters
live on colour, are shaped by colour. You, by contrast,
I associate with scent, if sepia has any scent.
If it has, then the scent of rosewood, as in an antique
box. Mahogany doesn’t smell of anything, it is simply
dark, but not as dark as ebony. Your features are dark
enough, too dark to make out.
Except your eyes, which would be almost charcoal.
Almost. What would really be dark would be your
eyebrows. The sepia would soften them.
And the rosewood? For your hair, perhaps? It would be
shorter than mine. The colour of dark henna, but
henna has its own scent. That wouldn’t do, unless sepia
and henna go together. Yes, that might do the trick.
Rosewood would have been too much. I would end up
thinking of your arms, which have never embraced me,
or your shoulders. Even without having ever met you,
I can’t really think of you as a rose.
© Ella Wagemakers, 05.55 Dutch time (= 23.55 EST in the US)