Simplified as Shades,
Complexities of Colours,
Oppressed by the Shades.
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Simplified as Shades,
Complexities of Colours,
Oppressed by the Shades.
Soft colours play in the light,
her figure once so near to me.
Scattered sunlight plays on my heart,
and her figure vanishes from my sight.
So near to my younger skin –
now, I’m so old.
I stand in the Satie sounds –
no longer young.
From a black and white world, you showed me there are colours.
You opened the door to another world. A world no longer black and white.
Now that you’ve touched me with your colours, I will never see the world the same way again.
Photo – Kristie Bonnewell
you come to bed at midnight in pieces
many colours on your vitreous skin move
you might be made of glass in this light
Mookaite skin colours move and change
you caress me as we become colours