It’s when you take me
In places dangerously credible
I fear I’ll find my blood on your empty pillow
Whiteness turned yellow and brown
With the traces of the agonised ecstatic
twisting black of it
Violent warm but cold. Bizarre strength
of subtlety from our half light trysts
Your richly coloured brief gift to me

Yesteryear. Mere reminiscence
Angry now and I love it
I paint in only blue and silver night
And my scarlet slake

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