sweet appleton haze

time in between us
does not exist
but is a dull void of lack lust colours and tastes
where I yearn to see
the bright, bold colours of our love
and taste you, dancing upon my lips
etching
carving into every peice I paint

You have left  everyone dull
sketched out in some dark pencil.

Shadows,  illuminating
someplace far from the sun
where moisture breeds mosses
slippery...
slimy green spreading mass
swallowing river rocks whole
and hiding what once was, when the sun shone here
An almost dusk
you are dusty, once bright
dulled by time..
your colours
I will paint with tonight


and I wonder, through an appleton haze
will I awake to find you in the morning...