Colour me...

Not the pink
in peach, or the dawn
Of the first faint blush, the first crush.

Not the red
in crimson, or purple
Of the passion, in the first touch.

Not the gold
in the sunlight, or the flowers bright
Of the slow, slow deepening love.

Or the silver
in crystal, or its brilliance
Of gently, gently drawing me into you.

And not the black
in its warmth and intimacy of night
of our our togetherness.

Not the blue or green
in skies, in fields
Of our merging at the horizon of life....

You colour me
With a promise greater than a vow.

You colour me
With the colour of you.



Usha, 23 April '07