Valentine colours

  These days are short,a chill descends around my  necksky is pigeon blue at  waking hourwhen surfacing from tousled sleepI live my poignant dreams of you . We’re kissing in a violet hazewarmed by a burning inner suntoo white to touch too red to holdthe white and the red couple in my bedtill I’m moist with the alchemist’s molten gold . The sky is pigeon blue,it’s been a solar year since you left me herewhile leonine you stalked your preyuncharted regions you possesswith the powerful eye of your passionate lens, I haven’t lived a single daywithout wanting to be that elusive prey;concentrate your roving eye on strong white lines of a yielding thightravel the contours of my facewith all the intensity you waste on inanimate sand. The chill invades my skinblood red berries mark the arcof ascending winter. The sky is  paper thinpunctuated by sluggish snow, I am pigeon blueremoved from such fascination ; but my bed still holds your heat of oldthe white with the red the molten gold,poured through my dreamsin poignant anticipation .