I stumbled across this picture on local art shop website and I figured, ‘I could use this in a poem’, and this was the result:
WE AREN’T COLOURLESS
You make me see colours I know don’t exist.
occulasia lined lips
your sweet Julianda voice in my ears
in my mind. I close my eyes
and see your silhouette
in a frusian glow.
I know these colours don’t exist here
but they exist in you.
So please take my new colours for you
embrace them like I do.
I hope like nothing else that I make you
see colours that you know don’t exist too.