Loving Black

Water drips from a most rich stark foliage 

It dives kamikaze onto a wet green lichen as deeply dark as a midnight lake

A goth rose with the blood of a million martyrs defies all other shades

The electric blue of a crow's wingshine flashes against the haze of cloudlight 

She digs her sharp coal talons into the brittle bark of a dark wise beech  

Imperceptible threads of maroon escape the prison of my thick woolen coat

They catch the silver droplets that bypass my shading umbrella

Sprinkles of cocoa hide under the steam of my coffee sea 

I walk through the flattening drizzle along with the other wayang characters

The dynamic swirling of ashen tyres shakes the pantomime with swishes 

They evoke the gentle clang of symbols and the rattling of angklung 

Streetlights set in ebony breasts highlight the drama 

This is a glorious stroll by deeper hues of colour that unite as one silhouette 

Merging to fill the empty windows of my eyes

We lack nothing 

For nothing is truly black