par sur

I’ve always imagined my heart red
And heartbreaks
As scars, or little empty boxes pushing the kindness out of it.

I imagine my heart blank now
Each heartbreak as layers of red
Up until it reaches the complexion that I want, sadly
The heartbreaks will follow.

You can picture yours
And pick a colour too:
Maybe it’s black
Maybe it started with 50 shades of grey, coke and Jack.

You can picture yours
And pick a colour too:
Maybe it’s blue
Maybe it started with tears from the sky, and two ice cubes.

Alas,
Maybe the heart has no colour
Maybe our eyes act like sonar
Maybe the water has brimmed over
Maybe the bath is red forever.

par sur

Her mind was the storm
Outside,
that we would watch through the kitchen window
Her smell, steamed bergamot
would lick the walls as
the room sprouted the colour of Autumn.

As she moved, her
Rib cage created the waves
That never crashed
Curving her hips
Cambering her back and those thighs,
Where my kisses surfed on the froth
Until they
reached the arching tip of her toes.

The room coloured as Winter
When she inhaled
The last warmth
Before releasing the paradise spasm.