Blur

You pass through like a vision,
a blur against the blue
upholstered chair.

This room daubed with paint
in random swirls, your kiss
of graffiti everywhere,

spills the outdoors in, a wash
vibrant as you painting in shrill
blue, a backdrop, a fanfare.

Might you stay, fold into the chair?
Allow it to cushion you in skylight,
a blur of colour, you light as air.