all the pretty colours
I can’t see
fill my mind

I opened the book
one of your books
but all my favourite images are separate, absent,
stored in my mind

I crossed the road
without looking, never hesitating.
you call it destiny.
we sit opposite
at a square Formica topped table.
mistakenly you drink
from my glass.
red wine stains
the corners of your mouth.
lips paler than I imagined
say, let’s get wasted baby.
I have yet to meet your gaze
and know…all the pretty colours
in your mind…blue orchids in tropical rain, the red raincoat that clings to you, the white rabbit that you say is yellow


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