solstice

red paint chips  
slide into soft mouth

 

colours of the wall fading,
dark sun clings onto
surface

 

indigo lips push out at
the cool lemonade,
glass rests, upturned

 

as liquid refreshment
pulses

 

(heart in dance with time
with life with death with
dance)

 

ruby, it aches; this colour
of passion
dallies in the corner by the
lamp. she, its mistress

 

silently sheds a tear
as the onlookers

 

practice vapid, sip
on ice cubes melted sorrows

 

sadly murmur about the
solstice, deflecting
truth--

 

eyes look on.