Your love is a new colour,
one that I have never seen.
No dramatic lick of purple.
No silent verdant green.
No pale but sunny yellow.
No flirty perfect pink.
You love is a new colour,
into which I sink.
Your love is a new colour,
a vibrant, messy swirl,
as scarlet as a letter,
as aqua as a whirl,
as orange as the sunset,
when the blinds of night are drawn.
Your love is a new colour,
more tender than the dawn.
Your love is a new colour,
so primary and so true.
No medium can capture,
the brilliance of your blue.
No paintbrush known can master,
the fuchsia of your smile.
Your love is a new colour.
I’ll soak it up a while.
Your love is a new colour.
A rainbow-tinted sky.
A laugh-layered lilac.
A sepia-laced sigh.
No crayon box can find it.
No palette mix it true.
Your love is a new colour,
A blend of me and you.
About the Creator
Karin C
Karin is an Australian author who writes across several genres.
Disarmament
They say there's no atheism in the foxhole. While I wasn't currently neck-deep in a river of soft sediment, I was still praying to whoever would listen. Why am I doing this again? I would ponder while staring at the device that in no less than a minute could be my undoing. I scanned each and every variable panel and commonplace button as I watched the bright red L.E.D ticker countdown. No wires to cut, no code to put in, there was only one way to stop this infernal machine, and that incurred perfect timing.
By James U. Rizzi3 days ago in Fiction
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