Warmth

Touched my hand to hers,

Our colors mingled.

I smiled,

She smiled back at me.

There blossomed cherry red buds,

Between her cheeks and dimples,

So real that I could taste it’s delight.

Oceans were latticed in her eyes,

And courageous woman was sailing,

I felt the wind on my face.

Years of experience was setteled,

and silenced  the lips of her,

making them dark and pale.

But she was a rainbow to me,and I was her clouds.

The first face this face saw,

The first colour I became.

 

-Ophelia

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