LOVE HAS NO COLOUR

 

As Jessica says, ‘The river has no colour’

And truly, love has no colour neither

When I saw this young man with his dreads

stroking his white boyfriend’s hand on the train today,

it made me think of you and me

I love our connection like theirs is interracial, interspatial

Makes me wanna sing Ms donna summer state of independence

Yes!

Love does not dissolve in terms of empathy and compassion

through the different colouring of our faces

No.

 

Our connection was like the colours of the rainbow flag

Joyful, colourful, and like a true rainbow,

one minute there and then the next gone

I am now left with a handful of moments

of a once happy connection now part of my ever-colourful past.