Technicolour Dreams

A valentine wish... and an undiscovered fruit,
the taste of longing ripe and acute.
A vaporous smile, a clutched handkerchief,
fingers trembling, hearts full of belief.

Whirlpools of scent, exotic spices blend,
haloing bare bodies where desire transcends.
On a red carpet spun from an invented loom,
silver hearts drizzle, piercing the bloom
of warm skin, where a kiss lands sweet—
an unexpected touch that makes time retreat.

In the shadows, a broad clutch tight,
a canvas flutters in the dim twilight.
An errand of delight, a scar of chimes—
we dissolve into words, flowing in rhymes.
A flood of butterflies, a torrent of wings,
carrying us beyond the confines of things.

Relocating to a realm where time unwinds,
decided upon by the lust in our minds.
A gypsy’s waistcoat expands with dreams,
filled with snow-capped peaks and moonlit streams.
Cascading down, like snowflakes that fall,
memories of love, both fierce and small.

Extend your hand beyond my sight,
reach into shadows, pull forth the light.
Returning, bearing a talent untamed,
a passion ignited, no longer contained.

Angels weave patterns with threads of gold,
binding us closer as secrets unfold.
A fanfare of hearts, a crescendo high—
we rise together beneath a Technicolour sky.

Flowing through shutters, the light slips in,
brightening the future where dreams begin.
And somewhere beyond, the moon ascends,
its silver gaze watching where our journey bends.

For in this dream of colours anew,
I am lost, forever, in the hues of you.