Moulin Rouge

Monday Poetry Train

Strokes of colours staged on her cheek
painty gloss making her lips like silk
Riot of tints played on, splashing
dainty affair, a double date to seek

Then one frozen day, pushed to the lip of solitude
tears on her pale cheek wet their celebration nude
No sign of colour, no dance of hues
rainbow in black & white, streaked their blues

With bare cheek, dew drops sashaying
she rose, like an art in need of price
After years of craving, the homecoming was born
she ran towards her warrior, her colour, he had won

Isolation melting in his awe struck eyes
they embraced like no tomorrow
He looked at her, love & pride on a high
kissed on her cheek lapping up the dew
She blushed so pink; an effortless pink
as they won their love, conquered time & hues...