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THE COLOURS OF YOU

A trust fund life bohemian
his journal and her easel
The window frames the Med azur outside
Whitewash walls and boards are peeling

Conspiring glance and he becomes Vermeer
Brushstrokes to his canvas eye
Terra cotta pots explode in green
Gathered on the steps outside

Candlelight the crystal prismed Beaujolais
Silver glinting knife cuts the table cloth of
Cream, and her hair stirs in the breeze
A kiss from Davy Jones through the
Open window pane.
These are the colours of you.

The roses form the centrepiece
Bloody like a violent wound
The conversation skirts the suburbs of the arts
The poetry of love and war

Sand upon the threshold, sulphur matchstick quench
Coffee on the stove permeates the air and
The murmur of the waves and the distant voices
He cracks a smile, they will not rise until noon.
These are the colours of you.