Patina on colours
Dissembling, grace and sin fell from your digressing brows;
When a sanguine redolence instilled in the sentience
You asked my favoured hue,
Colourless with brightened thrusts,
An exposé of skin, breathing flames
Fed by your burning thoughts
Think, what was asked
A milky way of angst.
An azure constellation of ennui.
A murky, smothering smoke of love.
A chiaroscuro of entranced words.
My colours have been fervently ostracized
Drown, become, shed, to know.