The Colour Of

He hid the blue of her answer beneath the green of his hope
He washed his hands in the sands of her timelessness
and picked up purple promises along the path that led from her house to his soul
He played in patches of orange marigolds that grew where her kisses fell
just missing the red edges of his mouth
and when it was all over and she was done with the game of hearts
she left him alone plying yellow wishes across a black field of dreams

Nov. 21, 2013

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