crayon blue
caught in the rain with you
circling puddles and jumping kerbs and so full of you
sleeping through
thunder, late lunch and flu
waking up wishing I had a handful of truth for you
wishing I weren't all secrets and clues to you
strange little chaotic spirals of black and white
nowhere to start or to end
stood on my head and looked down at the sky
all trilling toes and a ditsy orbit of stars
you were my beautiful looking-glass
and I your cartoon heart
worn unscrewed
playing at puzzle glue
fitting these pieces together into the shape of you
you'd see through
all of my peacock moves anyway
how can I make this short cut seem long to you?
how can I make these old lines sound new to you?
ditchwater leftovers
too many shades of grey
only three colours to choose