Monochrome

I will listen

on a loop

to your dreams

spiralling off grooves

carved out of black

they used to come in one colour once

really, quite a long while back

now they are marble, or pink,

or green

as pines

wine bottles

your hair

when you asked me

to bleach it for you

anticipating a change

which would lead to

the stillness of moment

a monument known only by us.

December 2016

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