‘Orange Sorbet Afternoons’
Watercolours and Gouache On Paper
We lie where tomatoes use to grow.
A delicate heap of mishappen knitwear.
Marvelling in how the sunlight holds us.
Your socks sing and hurt our eyes.
Wrapped up together in the fabric of everything.
The candles melt with the heat of us.
Love, you are an all encompassing yellow.
And that is my favourite colour.