You took my skeleton hand
down streets
where red and pink lights
had twinkled days before
Now naked buildings
shivered in the cold
but my hand was warm in
your gloved embrace.
Back in your room
you told me a story
of colours like ice,
nazi dictators
and a place where everyone could
read each other’s thoughts.
Then you looked at me,
and I knew.
You promised me tiles to build
a safe place to hide.
You showed me another way,
A way to be free like you.
Later,
In my dreams
we were covered in snow
Tiles painted with ravens
cracked like mirrors.
But when I woke
you were laughing
Everything around you
was pink
and orange
and I was yours.
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