True Colours

Walk slower

It gets dark they said

No colours 

Just emptiness ahead

Lead with your hands

Palms lay front

Feel the staleness of the air

Allow your fingers to flirt with despair

Taste it with a kiss

Let it roll off your lips

Deep into your throat

Swallow it whole

You’re alone out here

Making love to your fears

Showing off your true colour

While inside another

C. B.