all kinds of rain in a reflection

i won't use your name she said

and i laughed because i

already knew

but i

wouldn't have given it

a second

thought

.

closed my eyes and

if i listen closely i can hear

her brushstrokes

.

are you cold, she asked

and i knew she couldn't

hear my thoughts

for if she could she'd know

.

the warmth i feel when

her colours

dip into me

listening to