Rainbow Trekking

I want to trek to your rainbow,
and on my way there
I will relish stomping in the puddles
in my yellow gum boots
without an umbrella
my hair flat on my head with fallen raindrops.

I will gaze into the grey sky
Neck stretched back
Drops of water bouncing off my open lips
And into my mouth
While eyeing off a pocket of blue
peripherally

A small speck of colour
A promise of your rainbow

Fridge poetry II

Lucious, Languid
Ocean paradise
Playing sweet dreams
Always remember
Taste
Pictures
Delicate and Absurd
Ache to tell
Our moon whisper

Fridge poetry I

In sordid night
In easy thought
The pain from rain
Any beauty raw
Springs
Our blood
House-full love
Still shine rich
Through our door