Tints and Shades

[vagabond]

Tints and Shades

I’m forgetting what you looked like       
without pixels tied to color
but I always painted you a cherry hue               you could start the poem with this line (without "but" of course) and abandon the two lines above

 and I remember when I noticed
that your cheeks were more like thunderstorms
Puffing, pouting, always passing through.                    passing through is not something i´d associate with thunder storms

I forget how my legs mixed with yours
atop my tired mattress
and if they’d clap along like waves                                  "how" instead of "if"?
or melt like sun                                                 that seems to want a little much as a single line in the context of the poem..
But I remember how you’d stare
you’d smooth your lips and pat my hair
and laugh when I told you that I was scared
 you’d run.           maybe: "when i told you i was scared you´d laugh/ and run" though i am not sure if "run" is perfect here, maybe "turn "

Yet here I lie in sheets that I have       you could get rid of "yet" and "that i have" and just write "... here i lie in sheets piled mountains deep"
piled mountains deep
In the hope their cotton bleeds into my skin.          makes me think this is about the other person´s scent. whether intended that way or not i love this image.    / i´d lose "the" and decapitalize "In"    
Curves and caves lie low
nostalgic undertow, awaken
Crawling hunger howls within.   not sure if it works but maybe write "hunger crawls inside my guts" (i think howls is a little too strong here)

While sunlight sashays against my wall
 and I breathe in patterns known
I know that time has welcomed change
Encrusting mossy stones.                                        how are the mossy stones encrusted? for a consistent meta i d suggest having them bleached (by the above mentioned sun)
Bringing to fruition the awareness             
I have grown                                                            i can´t follow this conclusion from what was written above
 but how you’d laugh and pat my hair
 when I warned I would lie alone.                 warned.. strange choice of word.. isn´t a warning something given to prevent things from happening.. so that actually leaves me with the prominent question " what could the person adressed have done?". not sure if that fits your poem´s intent.