Comes In Colours, She Does
May I come
to visit you?
You can come
anytime you like
I'll give you
a bowl of passion
if you can find
a blues lick
of the purple rain
kind of like gold
nuggets embossed
Can you bend that
and insert it
ever so slowly
until the colours fuse
when you come
to decorate
my rhythmic
incarnation
In the golden shower
over the yellow
brick road
the explosions
reverberate in
the colours
of a bouble
rainbow.
Copyright © Uwe Stroh | Year Posted 2013
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