I walked alone-
upon a blank canvas,
hoping to find a palette to
bring colour into my life.
and there I met a
similar expression in you.
together we waltzed
in water-coloured rain
that fell onto a harlequin stage.
we danced through puddles of paint;
splashing life upon our vacant faces
that trickled through our souls
my walking cane; a paintbrush,
delicately stroked you in vibrant tones;
-your smile flushed with crimson
hues of sunrise blanched your hair
and your eyes, a deep-dewy blue;
that put a twinkle in my morale
like a pink rose;
your dress flattered with twilled petals
brushing a texture
of goose bumps all over me,
beneath a black-silken suit
your aura as colourful
as a dawn chorus
I felt so alive with you.
my work of art; my dancing queen; my Ginger Rogers.
your Fred Astaire.
then, together we emptied a jar
of twilight into the sky-
where our hearts blended
into the background.
all wrapped up in a shade