Deeper moods draw us into a space much like lower notes in a song, pulling us by emotion and cues of memory, wrapping us up in a cloak of sensations. It knows just the right chords to hit and when.
Playing hard to get it toys, beckons and then slowly devours as we sink deep into its nuanced color and tone.
Once having its way, it releases slowly, pheromones recess as the heart rate stables. It never takes no for an answer, but never needs to ask, willing bodies we quickly become. If it had a scent we would be intoxicated. Awash.
Blue-black is my favorite addiction. My favorite deepest dive.
Calming as it is enticing, its contradictions hold us in its gaze. Taps into our deepest dialogue, cradles as we sink deeper, deepest.
This is not a mood of fancy but one of strong embrace, firm handshake, direct eye contact.
Blue-black knows us well, kin to all our inner histories. Deepest calm.