grey-blue

just ask,

he said, drawing me closer.

For what? I asked.

yellow specks were running through

his irises, colliding with a splash

of grey-blue-

the exact same colour of a cigarette

packet my mum used to buy.

just ask, he said, if you want to kiss me.

and I could taste the smile on his

lips as though he was born

out of the sunset

and the grey-blue sky.

Laura Marie 

Copyright: Laura Davis © 2018, all rights reserved.

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