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.