There I was
in chameleon colours
avoiding the carefully chosen words
to preserve obscurity
as you advanced and retired
in quiver-heart song and sinuous dance.
Sometimes red and yellow
can merge into a tremble-orange sunset
where dawn and dusk
reach out and touch
across the day
and slip together
into the shadows
of the night
and
deliciously
out of sight.
(29 April 2013)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem