Tuesday, 28 April 2009

A Similar Hue


I walk with the author 

      of scent and sound - 


a sculptor of shape 

      and shade beside 


my destiny-tread. This 

       truth will not blend.


Her eyes called what 

       seemed a similar hue, 


not true but coloured 

       with a life and line - 


shades and flickering 

       raises, glimpses glinting 


at me: too hungry 

      for anything more than 


a pulped, puckered depth 

      filmed with the day-surface.

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