in three shades

cover you
in blue

you are
the cold palette

like ice

in blue
I cover you

like a sun
the paint gone
from the cup

you are the warm
the bright
I smother you

in red
brooding fire

boiling bubbling
thrown in the air

the lava flow
across the yellow sun
melting the glacier

in a rivulet

your face on fire


Poem #331 from a series of poems drawn from the imagination and collected as: a Bachelard reverie.

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