Spectrum

A collaborative colour inspired poem on intimacy

Italics: Vianne   Regular: Nina 
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When light catches steel, it ricochets, discharging flux caught on sleek cabinets as we stand in the kitchen at dusk……my love for you is amplified but unmentioned. Words bounce like coloured bullets yet softer, you are moving like the speed of light, sipping wine, preparing salad, you are without aggression or fancy, just a pure expression of beauty. The laser of your eyes penetrates me with their gaze. Sub-optimal glances, intermittent chances to admire you, I look at you and into you and I'd stay there forever or at least till morning. Alas, you’re yawning, but I don’t mind. You’re tired and relaxed, and I love that. Your eyes slice the air, your words hang on, you cut through my words like butter, a melt that drips and dribbles in response to your rhythms.

It is your light 
that holds the power

I am the steel—
bright yellow now,
molten.

As I rearrange
myself
a spectrum follows.

—and nothing feels real after that.

I have buoyancy around you, dazzled sure, but deeper too, more than my connection, you’re my dreams. 
The seemingly mainstream made  SCI-FI, as I die over and over and become reborn in a new age where colours are words, and love is the only frequency - together we go hand in hand, to a new land, with no grey skies, where artists rise, we all do. 

A gaze
from your green eyes
and I am back again.

Who knew 
that gravity
was colored viridian.

A spark
a neon flicker,
you’re iridescent.

You are neon pink , a stripe or accent in this street of cold grey stone, known for your vibrancy and glow….. that shows up even on the tough days. No part of you could ever be lost to me blinded by your light that's ignited a spark, your aura is pink - powerful like a neon sunset strip, of golds, ambers and bronze along the crimson skyline, as we dine at dusk and my heart races at your bare shoulders, I imagine tasting them and not the supper.

And I forget
my train of thought.

Somewhere
at your shoulder—
a black hole.

On the other side,
gold.

Your glass
touches the counter
as if nothing
ever shifted.

But the lip stain
betrays us.

Spectrum: A digital & paint mixed media piece created by Vianne Armour & Nina