She and I, the texture of
Colour: heavy, bold
Smears of it, saturating
Canvasses of endless tomorrows
In a drenching
Douse of regal gold and African
Red.
Our pillow-palette of
Seasonal shades
Mixing as when scorched
Summer’s leaf surrenders
To the quenching
Crunch of November’s
Throb.
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