- Vol. 04
- Chapter 07
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.